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.”

obvious. The chances for Philip to get six of diamonds to make a straight

pushed the chips in front of him,

three people were startled and looked at each

still too young, after all. He really thought that he was playing very well, but in fact, the others had

not only had he not noticed what was going

enough, when the last card was dealt, Philip got a five of spades. In terms of the number of points and the suit of

smiled. He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled a smoke ring. Victor

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

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

‘special services’ that

a word and paid no

walk around when they heard the sound of a bottle exploding from a