Chapter 315: You clearly know that Brother Jinting is a Gambling God!

Shane Sim was seen heading their way after finishing the exchange: "It's the rules of the Presidential Mansion. Everyone has to follow them!"

"Brother Shane!" exclaimed Maverick Mansfield as he reached to get his coat from Shane while wearing a broad grin, "Where is Kevin?"

"Kevin, he is…" Shane paused, " Kevin's out, having fun."

"Is that so…" Maverick's face bore a hint of disappointment, "I was hoping to catch a glimpse of that kid Kevin!"

"Brother Shane, you're here..." Benedict Hamilton quickly made his way to Shane, flashing a bright smile.

"Don't grin so wide at me. I've already told you… I can't help with that approval document of yours... and I also suggest you not to get involved in this business!" Shane said with an even tone.

Clearly… Maverick and the others could discern that Benedict might have asked Shane for help previously.

"Approval document? What approval document? The one for reclamation?" Benjamin Fox inquired.