The First Heir

“Yes, you’re right! You’re a true master indeed!” Neville Wakeman flattered.

Cedric and Wilbur smiled without saying anything. They would just play on. They could still afford to lose a few hundred thousand dollars as long as the young master was happy.

When the fourth card was dealt, Neville and Cedric had already folded, leaving only Victor and Philip.

Victor looked at his hand three of a kind and an ace of spades. His chance of winning was very high.

On the other hand, Philip had four straight cards in his hand, but the number of points was very small. If the fifth card did not make a straight, he would definitely lose.

The stakes were already raised to 100,000 dollars and it looked like Philip would not be able to carry on if this continued to increase.

Victor did not want Philip to lose too badly, but at this juncture, it would seem too fake if he folded. Hence, he smiled and advised, “Mr. Clarke, it seems that your luck is not very good in this hand. Do you want to raise the stakes? I say we should just show our cards.”

The chances for Philip to

smiled, pushed the chips in front of him, and said,

and looked at each other briefly

Mr. Clarke was still too young, after all. He really thought that he was playing

had he not noticed what was going on, but he was even going all

was dealt, Philip got a five of spades. In terms of the number of points and the suit of cards, his hand was not a match for Victor’s hand. After Philip’s all in, everything went

and exhaled a smoke ring. Victor quickly instructed the people behind him, “Quickly bring Mr. Clarke another 100,000

to have fun. You already gave me some chips earlier on. Now that I’ve betted everything,

smiled and stood up. He wanted to go out and show Philip other entertainment programs and give Philip

‘special services’ that Victor had here, but

a word and paid no

the VIP room and wanted to walk around when they heard the sound of a bottle exploding from a private