Chapter 1000


    Chapter 1000 ckjack


    The gamey was simr to that in the main hall. Besides Roulette and Barat, there was also


    ckjack.


    Friedman threw a dart at the wall, whichnded on a chartbeled “ckjack,” thus deciding the rules


    for the first round of y.


    The rules for ying ckjack were simr to that in the maint hall, but the chips used for betting were


    very different from those in the casino.


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    “One chip is worth two million. Betting starts now!”


    As Friedman tapped his finger on the table, the four yers at the gambling table began to push their


    chips out.


    “Two bets, each with ten chips, for a total of 40 million.”


    “Three bets, 60 million.”


    “Four bets, 80 million.”


    The other three people at the gambling table ced their bets and then looked up at the man leaning


    back on a white


    leather sofa chair.


    Between James’s slender fingers, there was a coffee-colored


    cigar that he hadn’t lit yet. He was just rubbing and fiddling


    with it.


    Everyone was waiting for him to ce the bet, but he was staring at his wife who was sitting next to


    him without blinking.


    The young nobles rolled their eyes when they saw this, thinking: “Why to bother keeping such a close


    watch on your wife? She won’t run away.”


    As the dealer, Friedman tapped on the table and reminded James, “Mr. James, are you in?”


    James ignored him and leaned in close to Amelia’s ear, chuckling softly. “Honey, 10 million isn’t even


    enough for a bet. You’ve already lost before you even start, don’t you think?”


    Amelia thought they would ce a big bet, but she didn’t


    expect it to be this big.


    One chip was worth 20 million, and each yer was betting bigger than thest. The total amount of


    bets had skyrocketed from 40 million to 80 million.


    Amelia had thought that they would ce a bet of about 2 million at most. She didn’t expect that they


    would gamble on


    tens of millions.


    She was a bit taken aback, but the dealing hadn’t started yet, and James may not be able to win.


    However, just in case and to avoid being bothered by him


    twice in one night, Amelia gritted her teeth and began to pray


    silently in her heart,


    “God! Please make James lose!”


    Blessed by the God of Wealth, James lifted his clearly defined fingers and pushed twenty chips out.


    Friedman and the three rich young people were all stunned. “Mr. James, do you want to lose 400


    million to me at the first round of gambling in the casino?”


    James leaned back on the sofa, crossed his long legs in aid-back manner, then raised his eyebrows


    at Friedman and said, “I believe you will give me 400 million.”