《Living With My Lady Boss》全部章節：第 901 章 - 第 910 章

Wilbur just could not understand what problem these guys had with him. Just then, another guy said, "I hate uncultured bastards like you the most, trying to act like you're all that just because you won that little bit of money. I bet you're gonna go back and show off after this." "Even if I was uncultured, how is it any of your business?" Wilbur asked. "I just hate low-class people like you with no culture. What are you going to do about it, hm?" the man jeered. Wilbur's expression darkened, but Tiff hurried to say, "Why don't we just head back now, sir? These chips are getting really heavy for me to carry." Wilbur sneered, turning to leave as Tiff followed behind him. "Ha, I knew there wasn't much else to an idiot like that. Come on, let's sit down to play," said the man as he waved a hand to his friends. Wilbur and Tiff returned to Wilbur's room. Tiff put the chips on the table with a smile. "You've got the best luck I've seen this far, Mister Penn." "Well, it's ju

The other gamblers at the table stared at Wilbur in shock. It looked like there were at least two million dollars' worth of chips on that table. Was he really doing this? Even the dealer was taken aback. Gamblers this bold were rarely spotted in the lounge. Tiff was the one feeling anxious now, and she leaned closer to whisper into Wilbur's, "Sir, I don't think you should do that. You won't even have the chance to make your money back if you lose everything." Most of the hostesses would discourage their customers in the same way as well. After all, their customers might end up stirring up trouble after losing everything, especially if it was a lot of money. Even the shrewd hostesses would usually nudge their customers to slowly lose their money, not all at once. At least that way, nothing extreme would happen. It was important to note that all sorts of things had happened here before, from suicide to murder. Such cases were always a pain to handle. Tiff did not ha

"Three, six, five. Big!" the dealer's voice trembled as she spoke. The onlookers cried out in shock. This guy's luck was really something else. He had placed ten million dollars down on this bet. The other two men flushed an ugly shade of purple at once. After all, they had just lost over four million dollars in one go. Tiff, standing behind Wilbur, felt like she was about to have a heart attack. Despite the fact that she was used to watching people gamble while working here, gambling like this was far too risky and she could hardly take it. The person in charge began counting Wilbur's winnings. She took away the chips in front of the two men before putting Wilbur's winnings down. There were about twenty million dollars in chips that were pushed back to Wilbur this time. Wilbur looked over at the two men with a smile. Of course, the two men saw this as a challenge. Their expressions darkened, and one of them said, "Wanna play again? I dare you." "Why not?" Wil

Downstairs, the person in charge had given Wilbur his winnings. There were forty million dollars' worth of chips in front of Wilbur, a whole mountain of them. Tiff was completely leaning against him now, unable to sit up straight. She was not sure whether it was her mind playing tricks on her, but Wilbur seemed to radiate a powerful force that gave her support. Just then, Wilbur looked over at Edward and Jesse with a smile. "Would you like to continue playing, gentlemen?" It was a deliberate and clear challenge. Even the onlookers knew this. Both men were ashen in the face, unable to contain their fury at being mocked by this nobody. "Get me the rest of my ninety million dollars in chips, all of it!" Edward shouted. "Mine too! I'm going to teach this bastard a lesson," Jesse fumed as well. A girl in a ponytail behind them spoke up in a small voice, "Why don't you just stop here, Mister Borton?" She was clearly worried about how much Edward was betting. Yet Edward

The onlookers knew just what this meant. You had to have at least a hundred million dollars in chips to bet in the VIP lounge and could win up to billions of dollars in a single round. Tiff nudged Wilbur at once, signaling for him not to go. Wilbur had won up to a hundred million dollars. There would really be something wrong with him if he were to keep playing. Even the best of luck would run out after five rounds. There was no such thing as having an endless supply of luck, and even Tiff did not wish for Wilbur to keep playing despite the fact that she was a hostess. She could not bring herself to imagine just how Wilbur would react if he were to lose all the money he had just won. Wilbur looked at the two murderous-looking men and let out a chuckle. "Are you sure we should keep going, gentlemen? You don't seem to be having the best of luck." Edward glowered at him. "Don't mistake luck for skill. Come to the VIP lounge, and let's see who's boss." "You can back out