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.
Samuel lost every penny in other casinos. Why did he keep winning in here?
Tim could not figure it out. But Nicole knew it like the back of her hand, who was secretly watching
since Samuel came.
How couldn't she know Samuel?
Although he wasn't into gambling, he was a quick learner. How could he lose every time? Perhaps the
money he had lost earlier was just a ruse. What he wanted most was to win Tim's money.
It was clearly that Samuel came at Tim. Unfortunately, Tim did not saw it, nor did anyone else. But how
could Nicole, who had been with Samuel for so long, miss it?
She sighed softly, knowing that Tim was going to lose badly.
It would be the simplest thing if a genius wanted to screw someone.
Nicole sent someone to Tim, telling him to stop, lest he would lose more, but in Tim's eyes, Nicole was
doing so for the sake of Samuel.
If Nicole said this at the beginning, Tim would listen to her and even send him away with some excuse.
But he would be laughed at to do so now that he had lost face in his own place and Samuel was being
aggressive.
Tim did not say anything. The game continued.
Samuel saw someone coming down from upstairs and whispering a few words in Tim's ear. Tim looked
at him and thought something, but he waved his hand.
Samuel knew that Nicole definitely saw something.
It turned out this woman was hiding here.
Good for her!
Very good!
She knew he was here and even helped Tim. Samuel thought he would write his name backwards if he
didn't win all Tim's money.
The more Samuel thought about it, the angrier he became. For no reason, a murderous aura rose up,
startling Jacob.
Didn't he win money?
Why was he so angry?
He was somewhat puzzled, so was Tim.
Tim thought to himself that he himself should be the one who got angry.
Samuel apparently came to screw him. Tim wasn't mad at him. Why did Samuel look mad instead? For
those who didn't know, they might think Samuel lost once again.
"What's wrong? Why are you so angry?"
Tim said indifferently.
However, Samuel smiled coldly, "Nothing. Just remembered something, which was very irritating. Sorry
for that. Come on. Let's continue."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure."
Samuel gritted his teeth. His words were squeezed out of his mouth.
Jacob felt Samuel was not here to gamble, but to kill. He couldn't help but be shocked.
The game was on again.
No matter how hard Tim tried, he lost every round. Samuel seemed to have predicted his next step.
Samuel was the clear winner.
In less than an hour, Tim had lost more than ten million.
He couldn't help but start sweating.
Who the hell retailed the fake news?
Who said Samuel was a money thrower?
He was clearly a money harvester!
Seeing Samuel winning so much money, Jacob widened his eyes.
He was not dreaming, was he?
How could Samuel be so good at it all of a sudden?
But he kept losing before.
Jacob rubbed his eyes to make sure that he wasn't mistaken. He was even more surprised.
The only cool person here was Samuel.
Samuel did not even cast a glance at the money in front of him. He sneered and said to Tim, "So shall
we continue?"
This was exactly what Tim said to Samuel not long ago. Tim didn't expect that Samuel would say it
back to him.
Tim felt his face was burning as if someone slapped it.
"Of course! But I need to go to the bathroom first, if you don't mind."
"Please."
Samuel didn't care at all what Tim was going out for.
When Tim left the room, Samuel said to Jacob, "Follow him secretly and see which room on the third
floor he sent people to. Come back and tell me."
"What?"
"Do you really think we're here to gamble?"
Samuel felt that Jacob didn't bring his brain out.
Jacob was at a loss.
"Didn't we come here to gamble? You've won a lot, after all."
Samuel really wanted to see what was in Jacob's brain now. Wasn't there nothing but Olivia?
"Just go."
"OK."
Although Jacob didn't know what Samuel's plan was, he still followed.
As Samuel had expected, Tim did not go upstairs, but sent a waiter up to the third floor.
Jacob had always been a good tracker, so he perfectly kept him unnoticed.
He followed the waiter and watched as the waiter went to Room 306. Then he quickly went back.
"Room 306."
Samuel nodded.
When Jacob wanted to ask more, Tim came back and brought back some more chips.
"I have brought chips worth ten million. Let's see if you can take them."
"I'm a little tired. Let's make it quick."
Samuel looked at the watch on his wrist and said indifferently, "Half an hour. I'll take them in half an
hour. You wouldn't mind, right?"
"That's some tough talk. Are you telling a joke saying you would win 10 million from me in half an
hour?"
"Well, we'll see."
Samuel sneered. Tim was somewhat pissed off.
He was sure Samuel was here to screw him. But everyone else said he just threw money out when he
gambled. If he said something different, no one would believe him.
Tim could just swallow it.
They were both ready for the upcoming game, as if they were both armed up for fights.
However, Samuel sat down and smiled, "Oh, can't Mr. Tim stand to lose?"
"Of course I can. I am the owner of this casino."
"Then what are we waiting for? Come on!"
Tim wanted so badly to teach Samuel a lesson, but Samuel was a guest now. He couldn't beat him but
to continue the gamble.
Exactly half an hour later, Samuel took all Tim's chips.
Jacob was on the verge of going crazy with joy.
All the money he had lost in the past few days! Samuel finally won it back.
Samuel felt even more pleased to see Tim's expression.
"It's so generous of you, Mr. Tim. Then I'll accept your offer with pleasure."
Tim was more irritated by Samuel's words.
"Yeah. You can show yourself out, can't you?"
"Wait a second. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow. After all, I lost money in other casinos and only won in
yours."
Samuel's words almost drove Tim crazy.
What a fox!
He knew he was screwed by Samuel, but he had to smile to him while Samuel left.
Samuel and Jacob then happily took the chips and exchanged them for money, and then they left the
casino arrogantly.
Tim was so angry that he smashed everything around him.
"Damn Samuel! He screwed me!"
Nicole sighed slightly. She had told Tim to stop, but he wouldn't listen. Now he lost more. What could
she say?
Jacob was the happiest. Seeing all the money coming back, Jacob was so over the moon that he
grinned from ear to ear.
As soon as they drove away, Samuel whispered, "Turn around but to the back of the casino. We'll pay
a visit to Room 306."
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