Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 155 Just Chips in a Game

Victor slumped into his chair, his chiseled face a mix of emotions. He surveyed the surroundings; this was Cove, not his turf, and without his own bodyguards at his side, he knew he couldn't pull any stunts, especially not against the formidable

founder of Grape Casino.

With a mere fifty million on him, it was impossible to bridge the gap that night.

Even if he could, it would take time.

He needed to leave and raise money.

Finally, he put it out there: "I can pay it back, no doubt. But I need time. I can write an IOU." Victor offered.

As he spoke, his expression soured by the second.

Humiliation was unfamiliar to him.

John drew deeply from his cigar before tossing it aside with a decisive motion. Rising with a slap on the table, his face twisted into a mask of severity. "Vic, I'm ruthless, not a charity. MY rules reign tonight, and only tonight."

want to

not a deadbeat. If I

much to the crowd's amusement.

the big fish here, and with no oversight, he made the

casino's policy was there for a reason to curb gambling addiction and remind patrons

off more

Just like Victor.

without saying another word. With

pinning him down on the poker table while the others

it across Victor's face. "You see, Victor, I'm missing an eye. A little recklessness in my youth cost me that, and I've never taken to seeing a man with a perfect pair of eyes since. Money is no object to me. If you won't pay your debt, how about we settle with one of

terrified, stammered, "Aren't you afraid of

long as there's no dead body, the casino guys

such a naïve fool,"

Victor's legs began to tremble. A rich boy from Central City,

scared, "I assure you, I'll raise the

knife tip teasingly close to Victor's eye, prompting him to blurt out in cold sweat, "Please, just don't touch my eyes. Give me a