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

deadbeat.

to the crowd's amusement. They

and with no

to curb gambling addiction and remind

unfortunately, bit off more than

Just like Victor.

Flora, standing nearby, without saying another word. With a slight lift of his left hand,

command, seizing Victor and pinning him down

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

afraid of

long as there's no

Victor's such a naïve fool," another

Victor's legs began to tremble. A rich boy from Central City, accustomed to luxury - they all prized their

scared, "I

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 will even grant