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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.

lost every penny in other casinos. Why did he

it out. But Nicole knew it like the back of her

couldn't she know

he was a quick learner. How could he lose every time? Perhaps the money he had lost earlier was just a ruse. What he wanted most

did not saw it, nor did

knowing that Tim

simplest thing if a genius wanted to screw

him to stop, lest he would lose more, but in Tim's eyes, Nicole was doing

listen to her and even send him away with

that he had lost face in his own place and Samuel

not say anything.

few words in Tim's ear. Tim looked at him and thought

knew that Nicole definitely saw

out this

Good for her!

Very good!

he was here and even helped Tim. Samuel thought he would write his name backwards if he didn't

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

Didn't he win money?

he so

somewhat puzzled,

thought to himself that he himself should be the

came to screw him. Tim wasn't mad at him. Why did Samuel look mad instead? For those who

wrong? Why are

Tim said indifferently.

was very irritating. Sorry for that. Come

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

His words were squeezed out of his

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

game was

every round. Samuel seemed to have predicted

Tim had lost

couldn't help but start

retailed the

said Samuel was a money

clearly a money

Samuel winning so much money, Jacob widened his

was not dreaming, was

Samuel be so good at it all

kept losing

to make sure that

person

the money in front of him. He sneered and said to Tim,

to Samuel not long ago. Tim didn't expect that Samuel would say it back

felt his face was burning as if

I need to go to the bathroom first,

"Please."

at all what Tim was

Jacob, "Follow him secretly and see which room on the third floor he sent people to.

"What?"

you really think we're here to

felt that Jacob didn't

was at a

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

was in Jacob's brain