Novel & Cerita The Gambler Synopsis

They saw how that ‘little rat’ lured the aristocrat to bet on everything he had and then in the end flipped the game with his win. “Aigoo, yeaaah, how much it is,” the perverted gambler gasped in his drunken voice and gathered the money and a paper. After that, he lost half of his money in later rounds, but still, everyone liked playing with him. When they both exited, General Jun got up, “Let’s follow.” “General, again?” Jiang got annoyed. They noticed his drunken steps getting steadier and he was going to a certain faraway corner. He took some food on the way.

"Sure, you've given me some. But baby, what good is that tiny bit of cash in a city like this? I lost it all ages ago..." I could literally hear her hypocritical heartbeat accelerating as she lied to my face. "When exactly are you planning to stop gambling?!" I glared at her, my body trembling slightly from a toxic mix of sheer fury and extreme physical weakness. My wolf whimpered in pure despair, while my heart felt nothing but a numb, bottomless well of disgust. "Just until I make a comeback! The second I draw a good hand and win back everything I've lost, I swear to the Moon Goddess, I'll quit for good!" The distinct, crazed greed of a degenerate gambler flashed wildly in her eyes.

The atmosphere in the casino was pushed into a frenzy by that insane prize, and the chips piled higher and higher as everyone went red-eyed with greed. At that moment, the door was pushed open again, and a man with a black eyepatch over his left eye walked in. It was Domenico Carbone, Julian's sworn enemy. "Don Vitale, you're in a generous mood tonight, using your own woman as a prize." Domenico's leering gaze stayed locked on me.

he gestured at the file on my table. “Get out and go live a peaceful life somewhere. Away from the drama and chaos,” . “If we don't handle this fast, we won't have a life anywhere to live,” I handed the mine documents to him. “Feedback is that the mine is slow with production. They had been having tough competition from Rune and Natasha,” “Does Rune really fuck that old lady?” He asked with a curious glare. “Like how does it feel fucking someone twice your age. You don't even know if she wants to be choked because she could die from it or spanked because you might just throw her back out,”

“If you’re ready, please swipe your card here. We can begin processing.” Two hundred million. I handed her my first card. A beat passed. Then: “Declined. Mrs. Alden, do you have another one?” The room broke into laughter. “Thorne,” someone cackled, “did you forget to give your little wife her allowance this month?” “She’s betting like a queen and doesn’t even have a dime.” “If you gamble without money, the rule is simple,” another man jeered. “You sell yourself.” “For two hundred million? I wouldn’t pay a thousand for that bitch. Still too expensive.”

If I were to speak up against his lie, chances were he would refuse the proposal and I would be stuck here, so I did what any reasonable person would do, shut up and watch. “I'd like to hear a bit about this debt.” Mr. Osvaldo said, his focus shifting to me. Marco smiled cunningly, he got up from his desk to his mini bar. “You see her father used to play at our casino very often, a chronic gambler, he owed a lot of money and one day he killed himself,” he began, corking open a bottle of wine, he offered some to the guest but when he politely declined, he continued with his hoax. “With no way to pay back, we took her in, about a month ago to work for us to pay back the debt her father owed us

She said, "Bob, Jay doesn't have the money." Bob said coldly, "If he doesn't have the money, don't gamble. Justin, who gave you the courage and confidence to lose millions?" Justin finally retorted, "I didn’t want to lose. I wanted to win." "Ha!” Bob sneered. "You wanted to win? Where's the money now? How many gamblers enter the casino wanting to lose, but how many actually win? Hand it over." Justin clutched the property papers tightly and looked at Mildred.

Stefano threatened the gambler and his goons which they reluctantly obeyed. "Now I'm aware that this lady here owes you some money, am I correct?" He picked up a small wooden chair by the corner and sat on it, crossing his leg to lie over the other. "Yes" The gambler replied, watching Stefano closely. "Good. Let them go" He commanded. "Do you know how much this lady owes me? You can't just come in here and tell.me to free this debtor" the gambler wailed angrily.

One of the gamblers pulled out his own gun and pointed it at him. "He's... irritated... please..." He knelt, his eyes welling up with tears. He couldn't finish his statement because his voice cracked while pleading. "How do you intend to pay?" The gambler's main leader smiled and approached Steven boy. "Please remove everything in you. including your undergarments" The leader didn't have a high voice, but his voice was small and sluggish, not to mention dangerous. "Please, sir... I'll pay." Steven boy continues to cry, but this time his hands are clasped together as he begs.

Everything went too quickly, he himself couldn’t believe his eyes. Charlie was always losing to Andre because the cards in his hands were always weaker than Andre’s. Of course, this was all thanks to the dealer. No matter how Charlie played, the dealer made sure he would lose. Charlie, for his part, played the role of a gambler who had lost his mind perfectly. His eyes were crimson and he insisted on continuing without regard to how bad his cards were. He kept throwing money in, screaming, “I don’t believe it! I can’t continue losing like this! I’ll definitely win as long as I go on!”