"Three, six, five. Big!" the dealer's voice trembled as she spoke. The onlookers cried out in shock. This guy's luck was really something else. He had placed ten million dollars down on this bet. The other two men flushed an ugly shade of purple at once. After all, they had just lost over four million dollars in one go. Tiff, standing behind Wilbur, felt like she was about to have a heart attack. Despite the fact that she was used to watching people gamble while working here, gambling like this was far too risky and she could hardly take it. The person in charge began counting Wilbur's winnings. She took away the chips in front of the two men before putting Wilbur's winnings down. There were about twenty million dollars in chips that were pushed back to Wilbur this time. Wilbur looked over at the two men with a smile. Of course, the two men saw this as a challenge. Their expressions darkened, and one of them said, "Wanna play again? I dare you." "Why not?" Wil
Jesse said as soon as he saw the chips, "Let's go, dude. Come on, let's see who's the luckier man today." Edward played with a chip in his hand as he smirked at Wilbur. Wilbur returned a smile before pushing all of his chips forward once again. He was still betting on big. Tiff felt her chest clench so hard that it was almost suffocating. There were 20 million dollars on the line here. Was this guy really that crazy? Had he even considered the consequences of losing, and whether or not he could take them? The other onlookers could hardly contain their disbelief. None of them had ever seen someone this reckless and could not help but respect the guy. Edward and Jesse's expressions darkened at once. Both parties went all in the previous round out of spite, but Wilbur was still doing the same even after all three of them had twenty million dollars in hand. Neither of them had expected this. Of course, they would die before letting an uncultured swine like Wilbur ge
Downstairs, the person in charge had given Wilbur his winnings. There were forty million dollars' worth of chips in front of Wilbur, a whole mountain of them. Tiff was completely leaning against him now, unable to sit up straight. She was not sure whether it was her mind playing tricks on her, but Wilbur seemed to radiate a powerful force that gave her support. Just then, Wilbur looked over at Edward and Jesse with a smile. "Would you like to continue playing, gentlemen?" It was a deliberate and clear challenge. Even the onlookers knew this. Both men were ashen in the face, unable to contain their fury at being mocked by this nobody. "Get me the rest of my ninety million dollars in chips, all of it!" Edward shouted. "Mine too! I'm going to teach this bastard a lesson," Jesse fumed as well. A girl in a ponytail behind them spoke up in a small voice, "Why don't you just stop here, Mister Borton?" She was clearly worried about how much Edward was betting. Yet Edward
That was 50 million dollars gone, but they could handle that. It was losing to an uncultured bastard that embarrassed the two men. Their expressions darkened to the point where they looked positively murderous. The crowd looked at the both of them, almost celebrating the loss. After all, Edward slapping the girl just now was honestly out of line. Of course, the looks on everyone's faces only made both men feel even more humiliated and enraged. The dealer pushed 80 million dollars in chips over to Wilbur. Wilbur remained emotionless, taking a drag of his cigarette. Tiff could not take it any longer, trembling as she lay against Wilbur. Her chest was fully pushed up against his arm. Wilbur glanced at her, whispering, "Stay calm." Tiff flushed but remained leaning against him as she honestly could not get up. Just then, Edward had flown into a fit of rage. He had been winning at life ever since he was a child, getting his way every single time. This was a humiliati
The onlookers knew just what this meant. You had to have at least a hundred million dollars in chips to bet in the VIP lounge and could win up to billions of dollars in a single round. Tiff nudged Wilbur at once, signaling for him not to go. Wilbur had won up to a hundred million dollars. There would really be something wrong with him if he were to keep playing. Even the best of luck would run out after five rounds. There was no such thing as having an endless supply of luck, and even Tiff did not wish for Wilbur to keep playing despite the fact that she was a hostess. She could not bring herself to imagine just how Wilbur would react if he were to lose all the money he had just won. Wilbur looked at the two murderous-looking men and let out a chuckle. "Are you sure we should keep going, gentlemen? You don't seem to be having the best of luck." Edward glowered at him. "Don't mistake luck for skill. Come to the VIP lounge, and let's see who's boss." "You can back out
"We'll let you decide, in case you try to say we're abusing our power," Edward said coldly. Wilbur looked at Sharon with a smile. "The easier the better. I really don't want to use my brain here." "We'll stick to Sic Bo, then? That's the easiest game there is," Sharon said with a smile. Wilbur nodded in agreement, and so did Edward and Jesse. The two men were hoping to drain this guy of his money in the quickest way possible. They were going to have him begging for their mercy, sobbing at their feet as they humiliated him all they wanted. Sharon then said, "Alright. I'm sure we all know the rules here in the VIP lounge: all players must start with at least a hundred million dollars in chips, and the casino takes five percent as commission." Wilbur said nothing, as casinos taking commissions from chips was more than normal. Of course, Edward and Jesse knew this as well. Sharon then said, "Sir, you may proceed as you now have a hundred and twenty million dollars in chip
Tiff's heart raced, and she honestly felt like she was going to pass out at any second. She gripped Wilbur's leg with one hand tightly, staring at him in disbelief. She could hardly find the words to describe this man, or how she was feeling now. Her mind was blown, and she stared at Wilbur in a daze. Over on Edward and Jesse's end, both men could hardly contain their shock and fury. Neither of them could believe the outcome, nor could they accept it. This uncultured bastard had won over and over again, humiliating them repeatedly as well. Sharon put an arm out, and two girls behind her stepped up to sort out Wilbur's winnings at once. They each took 120 million dollars of chips from Edward and Jesse, then passed them over to Wilbur. Wilbur now had 360 million dollars' worth of chips. Edward and Jesse each had 380 million, making the gap between them pretty small. In a fit of immense rage, both men called out, "Small, all in!" Sharon looked at Wilbur, who shrugg
Sharon was growing with curiosity toward Wilbur herself. This was a bet worth over a billion dollars. How could he promise all of it to Tiff just like that? Would he really follow through with it if Tiff were to say yes? And if he refused to follow through, what was going to happen? Of course, she quickly brushed the thought aside. "All bets confirmed," Sharon called out, then started shaking the dice. Tiff felt as if her heart had stopped beating, ready to pass out at any moment. Edward and Jesse's eyes were bloodshot at this point, their pupils almost popping out of the sockets as they stared at the dice. The two girls behind them were nervous as well, knowing that they were doomed if those two men lost. They even considered the possibility of being tortured to death, their chests heaving at the thought. 'Please, please let them win,' the girls prayed silently. The two girls had somehow begun to pray on Edward and Jesse's behalf. Tiff trembled all over, lea