Friedman’s face turned livid with anger. Losing the game wasn’t
the main issue, but losing face was. He grumbled and urged everyone to continue.
“Let’s continue. I don’t believe Griffon is that lucky every time!”
Griffon, who had won 400 million, didn’t even glance at Friedman but kept staring at Taya instead.
“Honey, 400 million is much more than ten million. Shouldn’t we also double our frequency?”
He leaned in towards Taya’s ear and gently reminded her, “Let’s change it from twice a day to four times a day, shall we?”
Taya looked at him expressionlessly and glared at me. “If you want to kill me, just tell me.”
Seeing her roll her eyes, Griffon chuckled dotingly, but…
The person who would die would only be him, right? She wouldn’t be exhausted to death in S**, after all.
Taya, who didn’t know what he was thinking, stared into his clear eyes and asked, “Do you still want to play?”
Griffon glanced at Friedman, whose “gambler’s ment ality” had been triggered. “He lost money, so he won’t let me go easily.”
Taya’s eye
ten million tonight. Since you want to keep playing, there’s still a chance you could lose. If you do lose or you win less than 50 million, you won’t even get a chance to do that with me in the next month.”
Griffon raised his handsome thick eyebrows and asked softly, “How can you add conditions?”
Taya rested her chin on her hands and said with a smile, “Just tell me whether you agree or not.
The man twirled his cigar and asked her in response, “What if I win a large amount? Will you double the frequency?”
After hesitating for a few seconds, Taya raised a finger and said, “I’ll double it if you can win 2 billion.”
Griffon smirked as if he was laughing at his silly wife who fell into his trap.
“Hey, you two, stop showing off your affection, and let’s continue with the second round!”
Friedman, who was anxious to win back his money, threw a dart at Griffon and asked him to choose the game of the second round.
Griffon, however, threw the dart back and said, “For the second round, let’s try something new.”
Friedman was taken aback and asked, “What do you want to play?”
Griffon glanced at the chips on the table and said to Friedman, “You can make an exception this time and let me be the dealer.”
Friedman quickly understood and responded, “Are you saying that you want to be the banker and win all the money from all the players?”
Griffon stood up, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and
walked towards Friedman. In a cold tone, Griffon said, “Yes, I’m borrowing your place for a while. I’ll be responsible for whether
I win or lose.”
“Tsk, look how arrogant he is! He actually wants to set up a casino in my casino and win money from me? How does he have the nerve to make such a request?” thought Friedman.
Friedman refused to comply, but Griffon snatc hed the h ook from his hand.
Griffon a*serted, “In addition to the chips on the table, I need something else as gambling collateral.”
The young gentlemen became interested when they saw Griffon break the usual rules of playing and even added extra bets.
Griffon put down the h ook and leaned over the table, supporting himself with both hands, and looked at the people at the table.
“Kenny’s yacht, Jonah’s private jet, Jeff’s mansion in Las Vegas,
and…”
His gaze slowly shifted onto Friedman, who was forced to become a “player.”
“Mr. Nelson’s casino.”
“You’re da mn crazy.”
And he was just a bully.
Griffon only wanted others’ luxury yacht, fancy car, and mansion, while Friedman had to gamble on his beloved casino.
However…
Friedman slammed the table and asked, “What if you lose?”
Griffon stood up straight, crossed his arms, and said, “There’s no way I will lose.”
Friedman was speechless and thought which gave Griffon the courage to be so arrogant and disrespectful.
Friedman: “I don’t care. If you lose, all of your a*sets in Vegas will be mine.”
Griffon nodded and gestured to the
cards. He then raised his hand and beckoned to Taya, saying, “Honey, come over here! I need you.”
Friedman and the young gentlemen rolled their eyes and thought, “Buddies, we must make Mr. Griffon lose everything in a while.”
Taya was surprised that Griffon would go to such great lengths for 2 billion. She trembled as she got up and walked towards him, asking, “Are you crazy?”
Griffon held onto her waist and after she sat down beside him and asked the waiter to bring her some dessert. “Let’s go home carly after winning 2 million.”
“Hmm… So, he made such a big bet because he wanted to go home early? Can he get the dirty stuff out of his head?” thought Taya.
A man like Griffon who was enjoying his honeymoon only had his she-wolf on his mind, and therefore cannot accommodate anything else in his brain.
Griffon took the dessert from the waiter’s hand and scooped a small spoonful himself, feeding Taya. “Have some dessert.”
Fortunately, the VIP room was large and the gambling tables were also big. They were far away from the others, and nobody could hear Griffon. Otherwise, she would be extremely embarra*sed!
The dealer has finished dealing the cards and the game is about to begin. Taya reaches out to take the bird’s nest from his hand, but he refuses to give it to her.
“I’ll feed you.”
“Focus on your cards.”
Griffon was taking such a big gamble, yet he was still in the mood to feed her dessert, not afraid of losing his money to the players present.
Griffon didn’t care at all about this small amount. He just glanced at the numbers on the card and continued to feed her.
After feeling her a few spoonfuls of dessert and some sliced fruits, he asked the waiter to prepare a low-alcohol co cktail.
The other four people were nervously calculating the banker’s cards, while the banker was showing off and teasing them, making them so angry that their faces twisted.
“Who invited Mr. Griffon to come here for fun?”
“It must be Jonah. He has always enjoyed playing with Mr. Griffon since he was young.”
“Bu lls hit! The person who likes to play with him is clearly Friedman…”
“F u ck, I don’t just like playing with him. I love him!”
Friedman, who had the same cards as Griffon in the previous round, slammed down an Ace, Jack, and 2 onto the table.
“Just wait and see! I love him so much that I would have him.
give me all his industry in Vegas!”
Friedman rubbed his hands together cagerly, staring at the fourth card handed to him by the dealer.
“8, 8, 8, 8! It must be 8!” prayed Friedman.
The dealer places the card down and flips it over.
“Da mn! What a day! Why is it 2 again?”
“Where is 8?”