Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

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.

every penny in other casinos. Why did he keep winning in

the back of

couldn't she know

he lose every time? Perhaps the money he had lost earlier was just

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

Tim was going

simplest thing if

sent someone to Tim, telling him to stop, lest he would lose more, but in Tim's eyes, Nicole was doing so for the sake of

Nicole said this at the beginning, Tim would listen to her and even send him

to do so now that he had lost

did not say anything. The

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

that Nicole definitely saw

out this woman was

Good for her!

Very good!

and even helped Tim. Samuel thought he would

the angrier he became. For

Didn't he win money?

was he so

somewhat puzzled, so

to himself that he himself should

Why did Samuel look mad instead? For

Why are you so

Tim said indifferently.

Samuel smiled coldly, "Nothing. Just remembered something, which was very irritating.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

gritted his teeth. His words were

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

was on

Samuel seemed to have predicted his next step. Samuel was the

hour, Tim had lost

help but

hell retailed the

Samuel was

was clearly a money

so much

not dreaming,

so good at

kept losing

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

only cool person here

front of him. He sneered and said to Tim, "So

long ago. Tim didn't expect

was burning as

to

"Please."

care at all what Tim was

"Follow him secretly and see which room

"What?"

think we're

felt that Jacob didn't bring his

was at

gamble? You've won a

wanted to see what was in Jacob's brain now. Wasn't there nothing