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

Chapter 635

"Come on... Come on..." Charlie leaned over the long table, his eyes crazed as he watched the dealer's movements. The dealer placed his hand over the dice cup, his voice stirring the gamblers, "Any more bets? The odds are thirty to one now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man with a scruffy beard shoved most of his chips forward. "Damn it, I'm all in. Worst comes to worst, I'll con some more out of my old lady's funeral fund." Others, eyes reddened, quickly followed suit.

Charlie clenched his yellowed teeth, tempted to go all in too. He glanced at Zachary, who had remained calm throughout, and rubbed his hands together with a sycophantic smile. "Bro, should we make a big play too?"

Zachary gave him a brief glance. "What's the rush." Charlie had no choice but to curb his eagerness.

"Here it goes!" The dealer shouted, and the outcome was revealed, triggering moans of despair around them.

"Did we win? Did we actually win?" Charlie rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his smile widening. He excitedly leaned down, pulling his chips toward him while chuckling idiotically, looking every bit the fool.

should've bet more," Charlie muttered under his breath, his greed

how long he had been restraining himself from hitting

Zachary with even more eagerness.

indicating for him to

moved faster than his brain, and he pushed all his chips forward with a clatter,

disappoint him, winning every round without a single loss. The dealer grew uneasy as others began to follow Zachary's bets, drawing the attention of the

supervisor fiddled with a Swiss knife, spitting on the

A young thug with dyed yellow

out, then we'll teach this kid a lesson." He pointed at Zachary on the black and white screen,

his dark, lean face creased with smiles. "Bro, you're a genius. I've gambled for years