Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 619

As Charlie played, he remembered the man who had helped him when he was beaten. Could he really win tens of thousands like that man had?

The thought intrigued him. If that man could help him, these few thousand might multiply many times over.

Some bystanders, seeing his desperate situation, tried to intervene. "Stop, you're about to lose everything. Do you really want to go broke?"

Charlie's eyes remained fixed on the cards. "No, I'm going to win! This round is mine!"

Focused on the money pile on the table, he gripped his last five hundred dollars and placed one hundred on the small bet. "Small!"

People around him goaded him. "The Wesler family is so rich, why bet just a hundred? You bet a thousand at the other table!"

Zachary, watching from the sidelines, exchanged a subtle glance with the dealer and added, "At least bet two hundred."

Charlie hesitated, then threw down another two hundred. "Fine, two hundred it is!" Unsurprisingly, he lost again.

stared at the remaining three hundred in his hands. If he lost this, he'd have nothing. And

his eyes bloodshot, he shoved all his remaining cash onto the large

leaned close

before

a

in and gasped.

eyes locked on the pile of money, and with a rush

thousand dollars. He couldn't believe it. He'd turned two hundred into

Thanks for saving me last time. Help me again and we'll split the winnings

scene. The dealer whispered something to a man behind him,

help, Charlie kept winning, his total climbing to

the money repeatedly. This was his biggest

ever.

his luck and asking for tips.

his pile and handed it to Zachary. "This is for you. We'll keep winning