King Of Wealth

King Of Wealth a famous name in the Asian betting world, is a gathering place for bettors and punters. ⭐️ "Why should it be strange?","You shall know in a few minutes, major. Indeed, I think it is about time that this comedy should end!","The fact is David has not been quite himself since this trouble about Isabella," he said, gravely, "and he thinks it best to go away for a time. You know how he tortures himself over trifles.",Patricia looked at her with laughing eyes that gradually grew sober.,But Patricia was too much absorbed to heed.，"Why should it be strange?"，CHAPTER I THE TWO NEW STUDENTS，"So it is a performance, after all?" said David, carelessly."And the plain conclusion of the whole affair," soliloquized Jen, "is that Mrs. Dallas must have stolen the devil-stick, must have murdered Maurice, and must have drugged Jaggard for the purpose of completing her devilish work by stealing my poor boy's body. But her reason?"

"God forbid that my heart should harbor so ill a thought," cried Jen, with natural horror. "But I tell you what, David. We must sift this affair to the bottom. Maurice is dead, his assassin is at large, so we must catch him.",Bruce flung the door wide.,"This is what I call luck," she said, genially. "I'm going to steer you two peaches right into the thick of the tumult, and if you don't have the time of your sad young lives, my name's not—well, here, you'd better pronounce it for me," and she handed out a card on which was printed in clear black letters,,"There isn't a soul in sight," she announced. "Hustle while the coast's clear. Someone may come back at any moment.",I sat down at the long table by the window and slowly prepared to enjoy myself. I cut off four slices and buttered them to an equal thickness, and then more slowly put a long silver spoon into the jam. I even paused to admire in Jane's mirror over the table the effect of the cascade of lace that fell across my arm and lost itself in the blue shimmer of Madame Rene's masterpiece of a negligée, then deep down I buried the spoon in the purple sweetness. I had just lifted it high in the air when out of the lilac-scented dark of the garden came a laugh.,"Impossible.",Her eyes swept one wall and then the other, searching for the familiar canvas, but all in vain, until she lifted them to the screen which stood in the center of the room, and where three canvases were hung, Elinor's below the other two.,"Battersea!" repeated the doctor, and for the first time he frowned.,"Why in the world doesn't Elinor loosen up?" she thought, impatiently.,"Oh, did he though?" cried Patricia, kindling. "How clever of him to see. I thought no one dreamed!","One moment, Miss Dallas!" he said, quickly. "Does David know about the theft of the devil-stick? That is," he added more precisely, "does he know that your mother stole it?","Then down through the bushes to that winding lane, I suppose?" said Jen. "I know all that; but afterward?".