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 get six

in front of him, and said,

people were startled and looked at each other

after all. He really thought that he was playing very well, but in fact, the

he not noticed what was

last card 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

few of them laughed awkwardly. Philip also smiled. He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled a smoke ring. Victor quickly

already gave me some chips earlier on. Now that I’ve betted everything, I didn’t gain nor lose anything. It’s more

up. He wanted to go out and show

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

word and

around when they heard