Chapter 901

Wilbur just could not understand what problem these guys had with him.

Just then, another guy said, "I hate uncultured bastards like you the most, trying to act like you're all that just because you won that little bit of money. I bet you're gonna go back and show off after this."

"Even if I was uncultured, how is it any of your business?" Wilbur asked.

"I just hate low-class people like you with no culture. What are you going to do about it, hm?" the man jeered.

Wilbur's expression darkened, but Tiff hurried to say, "Why don't we just head back now, sir? These chips are getting really heavy for me to carry."

Wilbur sneered, turning to leave as Tiff followed behind him.

"Ha, I knew there wasn't much else to an idiot like that. Come on, let's sit down to play," said the man as he waved a hand to his friends.

Wilbur and Tiff returned to Wilbur's room.

Tiff put the chips on the table with a smile. "You've got the best luck I've seen this far, Mister Penn."

"Well, it's just luck," said Wilbur.

He picked up a chip worth a hundred thousand dollars and handed it to Tiff. "This is for you."

shocked

from her customers, and customers who had won were usually

a big tip, way more than what she might make in a

"S-Sir, I don't provide

else if you need it," she added nervously

at

just payment for all you've done. You

hardly believe her

was a whopping hundred thousand

was honestly hard to believe that this guy did

you for getting

of the chips being too heavy to carry just now almost made

things to attend to and

sigh of relief at the

don't gamble anymore now that you've won so much, sir. I've seen too many people who lose all the money they have

at her. "Thank you for the

bowing, and

back against the sofa and falling deep into

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