chapter 62 Not easy

It's ten o'clock in the evening and the night is getting darker. In the mahjong hall of a high-end club, Lewis Swinford was still fighting at the mahjong table, her eyes red with anger. All the ladies sitting next to her are wealthy, and none of them is easy to deal with. The pile of banknotes on the table in front of each of them was taller than their heads. There is a waiter behind each person to count their money. After one night, Lewis Swinford had lost millions and her eyes were...