Wrong Marriage: The CEO's Sweet Bride

Elizabeth glanced at the diamond watch on her wrist. She had been sitting here for more than two hours.

She rubbed her eyebrows and got up, "I'll leave it to you here, I'll go back first."

At the same time, she did not forget to say to Qin Shu: "You come with me."

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave, but just after taking two steps, his eyes casually swept across the corner of the stage, and he was suddenly attracted, and his steps stopped.

She seemed to see something surprising, and let out a low voice, "Xiao..."

The old man with the bronze mask got up and came to her side, his eyes casually swept across the row of strong figures who had just stepped onto the stage.

He said indifferently: "Well, I asked Andre to slightly adjust the rules of the gladiatorial arena, and advance the betting of next week's gladiatorial matches to today, in the form of bidding..."

While he was explaining, Andre, who was in charge of the stage, was also introducing the bidding rules to the VIPs in the venue.

If there are promising players, as long as the price is high enough, they can get exclusive betting rights.

If the auction house is a gold-selling cave where money is spent like water, then the arena is a big gambling table where blood and blood are fought.

If you can get the exclusive betting rights of players with a high winning rate, the final bonus will be very considerable.

There are more than 20 contestants in this row, and the masked VIPs in the auditorium are all quickly screening their favorite targets.

Those with the strongest physique are the easiest to catch at a glance, followed by veteran players with previous records, and then slowly choose from those who are quite satisfactory.

As for the remaining one who was relatively thin, no one cared at all.

Just kidding, no one doesn't know where the arena is, such a thin figure will be thrown down immediately when he comes on stage.

They are gamblers, not philanthropists.

And Elizabeth's eyes were fixed on that figure that no one cared about.

It is said to be "thin", but it is actually compared to those big muscular monsters around him.

His figure is strong and straight enough, with slender and well-proportioned curves, with a sense of beauty and elegance that no one else has.

The point is, that face...

Elizabeth took a deep breath, looked away with some difficulty, and looked at the old man wearing a bronze mask, "You specially arranged that person?"

"I am not in charge of the arrangements for the contestants in the arena." The old man's tone was flat, as if he didn't know anything, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you think—" Elizabeth slowly raised her hand, pointing at the figure on the stage with her fingertips trembling because of excitement.

She stared at the old man's bronze mask, her strong gaze seemed to penetrate it, and she said with a more emphatic tone: "That person looks exactly like you!"

Following what she pointed, the old man looked at it seriously, "Oh, that young man is quite handsome."

Looking back, he suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "Elizabeth! You should spare me, I'm just a bad old man now, and you actually said we look alike?"

"I'm talking about when you were young!" Elizabeth rarely showed a trace of anger towards the old man, "Xiao, don't play dumb for me!"

The old man spread his hands helplessly, "Then you really misunderstood me."

"We have known each other for more than 20 years, do you think I still don't understand your thoughts?"

The two were still arguing, Qin Shu stared fixedly at the "thinnest" figure on the stage, tears almost gushed out of his eyes.