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Tim thought that Samuel had been losing money for so many days in a row, so he would appear uneasy. Unexpectedly, Samuel's confidence surprised him.

"Samuel, you look pretty calm."

Tim smiled faintly, but Samuel ignored him.

"Just cut the crap and start. Don't act like a pussy. Are you here to gamble? Or can't you stand to lose?"

He said that so arrogantly that Tim wanted to punch him in the face.

But Tim did not bicker back. The gamble soon began.

At the beginning, Samuel was losing. Not knowing whether it was luck or that he was born for it, Tim became proud.

"Samuel, let's call it a day. You've lost five million in just half an hour. You only got eight million with you. I will feel embarrassed if I win all your money."

Standing behind Samuel, Jacob was even more anxious.

Samuel never lost in business. Why was he so bad at casinos?

However, Samuel sat steadily on his chair and said indifferently to Tim, "It's only five million, which I can still afford to lose. Would you care about only five million?"

"Maybe you aren't good at this. Why don't we play another one?"

Tim suggested.

"As you please."

Following his advice, Samuel didn't fret at all, while Jacob stood aside and began to sweat profusely.

They then changed to the game of five-card stud.

Looking still calm and cool, Samuel seemed to be another man though. The luck had come to Samuel. He won Tim narrowly every time.

Tim watched the chips in front of him become fewer and fewer, and he could no longer laugh out loud.

Samuel still looked at him coldly and said, "Perhaps you are not good at it. Why don't we play another one?"

Jacob almost lost his balance.

Before long, Samuel had won his 5 million back. But did he need to be so arrogant now?

It was already lucky enough not to lose money. What exactly did Samuel want to do?

Tim looked at Samuel and thought that was just luck. He smiled and said, "No. Let's continue."

"Good for you. Then shall we?"

"Please."

Tim became serious now.

However, no matter how serious he became, he just kept losing in the next rounds.

Samuel had won more and more chips, but Tim's chips were losing. In less than an hour, Tim had lost all the chips in front of him.

He furrowed slightly.

Jacob also found it strange.

How could Samuel become such a gambling expert all of a sudden?

But why did he keep losing in other casinos?

Samuel said in his usual tone, "Continue?"

"Continue!"

It was game on.

That was too weird.

other casinos. Why did he keep winning in

But Nicole knew it like the back of her

couldn't she know

every time? Perhaps the money he had lost earlier was just a ruse. What he wanted

was clearly that Samuel came at Tim. Unfortunately, Tim did not saw it, nor did anyone else. But how could Nicole,

Tim was going

be the simplest thing if

stop, lest he would lose more, but in Tim's eyes, Nicole

said this at the beginning, Tim would listen to her and

so now that he had lost face in his own place and Samuel was being

did not say anything. The

saw someone coming down from upstairs and whispering a few words in Tim's ear. Tim looked at him and thought something, but he waved

knew that Nicole definitely saw

this woman was

Good for her!

Very good!

here and even helped Tim. Samuel thought he would write

became. For no reason, a murderous aura rose up, startling

Didn't he win money?

he so

was somewhat puzzled,

himself that he himself should be the one who

mad at him. Why did Samuel look mad instead? For those who didn't know, they might think

wrong? Why are you

Tim said indifferently.

something, which was very irritating.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

his teeth. His words were

to gamble, but to kill. He couldn't help but

was on

hard Tim tried, he lost every round. Samuel seemed to have predicted his next step. Samuel was

less than an hour, Tim had lost more

couldn't help but

retailed

was a money

was clearly a money

winning so much money,

not dreaming,

so good at

he kept losing

eyes to make sure that he wasn't mistaken. He was even more

only cool person here was

even cast a glance at the money in front of him.

Samuel not long ago. Tim didn't expect that

burning as if someone

to the bathroom

"Please."

didn't care at all what Tim

him secretly and see which room on the third floor

"What?"

think we're here to

felt that Jacob didn't bring his

at

we come here to gamble? You've won a lot, after

really wanted to see what was in Jacob's brain now. Wasn't