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.

remaining three hundred in his hands. If he lost this, he'd have nothing. And what if the manager

he shoved all his remaining

Zachary leaned close

gave him a strange look, his pupils widening in recognition. At the last second before the dealer revealed the cards, Charlie quickly moved his bet to small. "I'm betting

dealer gave him a penetrating

in and gasped. "I won!

and with a rush of excitement,

He couldn't believe it. He'd

"Bro, we meet again! Thanks for saving me last time. Help

the scene. The dealer whispered something to a man

Zachary's help, Charlie kept winning, his total

counting the money repeatedly.

ever.

him on his luck and asking for tips. Charlie ignored them,

it to Zachary.