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.”

extremely obvious. The chances for Philip to

chips in front

were startled and looked at each other

after all. He really thought that he was

point, not only had he not noticed what was going on, but he was even

points and the

drag, and exhaled a smoke ring. Victor

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

up. He wanted to go out and show Philip other entertainment programs and give Philip a change

at the ‘special services’ that Victor had here, but Victor glared

without a word

out of the VIP room and wanted to walk around when they heard the sound of a