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.

casinos. Why did he keep winning

the

she

every time? Perhaps the money he had lost earlier

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

softly, knowing that Tim was

would be the simplest thing if a genius wanted to

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

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

to do so now that he had lost face in his own

not say

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

turned out this woman

Good for her!

Very good!

he would write his

became. For no reason, a murderous

Didn't he win money?

he so

puzzled,

to himself that he himself should be the one who got

wasn't mad at him. Why did Samuel look mad

Why are

Tim said indifferently.

Just remembered something, which was very

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

gritted his teeth. His words

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

game was

hard Tim tried, he lost every round. Samuel seemed to have predicted

less than an hour, Tim had

help but start

retailed the fake

Samuel was

was clearly

so much money, Jacob widened his

was not dreaming,

be so good at it

kept losing

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

only cool person

a glance at the money in front of him. He sneered and said to

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

face was burning as

course! But I need to go to

"Please."

at all what Tim was

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

"What?"

you really think we're here

Jacob didn't bring

was at

gamble? You've

what was in Jacob's brain