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

"I'm not a deadbeat. If I

tension escalated, much to the crowd's amusement. They watched

big fish here, and with no oversight, he made

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

more than they

Just like Victor.

another word. With a

pinning him down on the poker table while the others

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

afraid of the

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

believe Victor's such a naïve fool,"

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

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

"Please, just don't touch my eyes. Give me a little time, and I'll get the money. The