Chapter 907

Downstairs, the person in charge had given Wilbur his winnings.

There were forty million dollars' worth of chips in front of Wilbur, a whole mountain of them.

Tiff was completely leaning against him now, unable to sit up straight.

She was not sure whether it was her mind playing tricks on her, but Wilbur

seemed to radiate a powerful force that gave her support.

Just then, Wilbur looked over at Edward and Jesse with a smile. "Would you like to continue playing, gentlemen?"

It was a deliberate and clear challenge. Even the onlookers knew this.

Both men were ashen in the face, unable to contain their fury at being mocked by this nobody.

"Get me the rest of my ninety million dollars in chips, all of it!" Edward shouted.

"Mine too! I'm going to teach this bastard a lesson," Jesse fumed as well.

A girl in a ponytail behind them spoke up in a small voice, "Why don't you just stop here, Mister Borton?"

clearly worried about how much Edward

around and landed a slap on the girl's

and crisp through the air, and the girl's face

me? Do you think I can't afford this, or do you think I'll lose to that uncultured piece of shit?"

no choice but to bear it and stammer, "No, Mister Borton, that's

look on her face

other girl sat still like a rock, not daring to utter

help but shake their

a disgrace of a man this guy was,

do anything about it and merely made the comment

his head as well. This guy really was a piece

sitting behind him had also clearly been blinded by

be

placed ninety million dollars in chips in front of

staring at Wilbur. "What are we

front of

anxiety. Tiff's vision was even beginning to

and Jesse sneered, pushing 40 million dollars out to bet on

going to let some uncultured

and a small crowd of

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