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."

to break

retorted, "I'm not a deadbeat. If I say I'll

much to the crowd's amusement.

big fish here, and with no oversight,

was there for a reason to curb gambling addiction and remind patrons to gamble

bit off more

Just like Victor.

Victor, then glanced at Flora, standing nearby, without saying another word. With

bodyguards surged forward at his command, seizing Victor and pinning him

cost me that, and I've never taken to seeing a man with a perfect pair of eyes since. Money is

stammered, "Aren't you afraid of the people

them, and someone jeered, "Idiot, as long as there's no dead body, the casino guys won't

can't believe Victor's such a naïve fool," another

from Central City, accustomed to luxury -

visibly scared, "I assure you,

remained unmoved, 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 little time, and I'll get the money. The Robinsons