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."

was shocked to

tips from her customers, and customers who had

tip, way more than what she

in disbelief. "S-Sir, I don't provide that

someone else if you need it," she

at

for all you've done. You can go

Tiff could hardly believe

was a whopping hundred thousand

believe that this guy

and also to thank you for getting

the chips being too heavy to carry just now almost made Wilbur burst out

happened to have other things to attend to and

heaved a sigh of relief at

if you don't gamble anymore now that you've won so much, sir. I've seen too many

looked at her. "Thank you for

bowing, and

back against the sofa and

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