Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 170 Mr. Coleman

Zachary looked at a wad of bills handed to him. One hundred thousand dollars wasn't

a lot. It was merely what he would spend on drinks in a single night. However, he knew Edie's family was poor, having dropped out of junior high and then drifted through society. For Edie, one hundred thousand dollars was certainly not a small sum, and Zachary found himself in the midst of an intense internal struggle.

"You know the rules of my household. I absolutely can't gamble. If my grandfather finds out, he'd break my legs," Zachary said, hesitant to take the money.

"This is a desperate solution, Zack. You know my family background and I'm poor. This is the only way I could think of. Once they heard you had offended Irene, no one even dared to answer your calls. It's not going to be easy for you to get money now. Consider this hundred thousand as a gift from me. Try your luck. If you lose, we just leave, and you won't have lost anything, right? But what if you're lucky and win?" "You make sense, but my grandfather..." Zachary was still indecisive.

"As long as you cover up this loophole, how would your grandfather ever know?"

"You're right... I'll give it a try then." Zachary took the money, his heart filled with trepidation as he entered the casino.

The two exchanged the cash for chips. A large stack of cash turned into not so many chips in hand. It was Zachary's first time in a casino, and he lacked experience. Edie, much more seasoned, guided him through the gambling hall.

"Zack, since we don't have many chips, let's start small," Edie suggested.

"Alright." Though Zachary had gambled with friends for fun, betting only small amounts, he understood the basic rules. He played the simplest dice game, Banka Francesca. He didn't have high hopes. If he lost the hundred thousand, he would stop. Unexpectedly, his pile of chips grew. "Zack, you're on a lucky streak! Look, you've already won over one million," Edie remarked. Only then did Zachary snap out of his gambling trance, realizing his heart had started to rise and fall with the game, forgetting even why he had come.

"Indeed, now I can double down!" With excitement, Zachary was no longer as cautious as before. His luck continued unabated. Whatever he bet on, he won, and a considerable amount was skimmed off by the house.

As the chips piled up around him, he became more engrossed. Edie counted his chips and stated, "Zack, you've won seven million already! You're incredible!"

"Getting closer to thirteen million. This time, I'll go big."

"Bets, please."

pushed all his

was indeed an impressive gesture. It was a risky move. He would either win big or lose

bet alongside him. Everyone treated him like a god of fortune, praising him endlessly, and following his bets to win money themselves. People who were lucky seemed to do well in whatever they played, and

the results were revealed, a chorus of groans filled the air. "Had I known, I wouldn't

was on

lose one. It's just a pity he

and for Zachary, who was caught up in the excitement, the outcome was like a bucket of cold water thrown over him, drenching

so impulsive. How could you put all your chips in? Now you've

step away. Go and withdraw the money from my card." Zachary handed

stop here. No one knows what will

was doing tonight? Losing once is normal. If anything, blame my arrogance just now. If I had been more cautious, I wouldn't have

a step away, Zachary couldn't just let it

"But..."

is 325217. Go quickly." Zachary had been in the casino for a couple

his card and

how others were betting. The card currently held over a

the crowd and entered a dark hallway covered with carpets, approaching a luxuriously grand

need to see Mr. Coleman," he whispered

it swung open,

figure stood by the window, not turning around, his silhouette alone imposing