There was no question that Angel, whom Lin Qi had once shoved into a gutter, was a stunning beauty. Her long reddish light-brown hair cascaded down her back in great waves, while her delicate little face was fair and tender. Her crimson lips were like cherries, and her lively pale-green eyes resembled the finest emeralds—deep and captivating.
Among Dunkirk's circles of noble and wealthy families, Angel was the most renowned beauty of her age, and the target pursued by many young masters of Dunkirk's great houses. Angel's family controlled all of Dunkirk's ore import and export trade. From ordinary iron and copper ore to precious gold and silver ore, as well as other rare metals, all ore produced by the mines across Yasen Province passed through Angel's family before being loaded onto enormous cargo ships at Dunkirk Harbor and carried to every other corner of the continent.
Thus, while Angel's family might not have been rich enough to rival a nation, it was still more than qualified to rank among the foremost families of an entire province.
And Angel herself was a great beauty. Winning her heart meant gaining both wealth and beauty in one stroke. That was why Angel wielded such powerful influence among these young masters. At the slightest movement from her, followers gathered like clouds.
A maid standing beside Angel took a small leather wallet from her waist and carefully drew out thirty gold notes, each worth one thousand gold coins. Angel lifted her chin proudly and looked at Lin Qi like a haughty peacock. "Mr. Lin Qi, I'll wager thirty thousand gold coins against you. Since you've taken a liking to that ugly, savage, vicious, disgusting reptile, then I'll bet on this honest, valiant, majestic, adorable white bear!"
Lin Qi waved the gold notes in his