Chapter 766


    Chapter 766


    There were three yers left in the game. Even though Fiman was seething on the inside, he couldn’t


    let his frustration show on his face


    He put on a show of cheerfulness and continued to ask the other yers if they wanted a fourth card.


    Kenny asked for a fourth card, but his total score exceeded 21, so he was out.


    Another yer, Jose, got his third card, scoring 19. He was afraid he might go over 21 if he took


    another card, so he chose to stick.


    The third yet Jeff, ended up with a score of 20 and decided he didn’t need another card either.


    Now it was the dealer Fiman’s turn to decide whether to deal himself another card. He was in two


    minds about it.


    While he was hesitating, Bernard, without needing to guess, just looked at the card that was face-


    down, challenging Fiman with a c ocky lift of his chin.


    “Turn it over.”


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    “That’s just not fair!”


    Fiman muttered, but he turned his card over as Bernard had demanded.


    By turning over his card, he was choosing not to take a fourth.


    20 points, not as high as Bernard’s.”


    A yer started banging on the table, stirring up the crowd.


    “We’ve yed here so many times, and it’s always Fiman who wins. This is the first time I’ve seen him


    lose!”


    “If I’d known this would happen, Bernard should’ve bet everything, making Fiman lose so badly he


    wouldn’t have to open his establishment tomorrow!”


    Compared to Fiman losing twenty billion, the other yers losing two or three billion seemed like small


    change, and they weren’t as pis sed off as Fiman.


    Fiman, his face alternating between green and pale with rage, didn’t mind losing money so much as


    losing face. He urged everyone to


    keep ying.


    Let’s go another round. I refuse to believe Bernard is always this lucky!”


    But Bernard, who had just won twenty billion, didn’t even nce at Fiman. His eyes were fixed on


    Eleanor.


    “My darling, twenty billion is so much more than fifty million. Shouldn’t our dealings increase


    proportionally?”


    He leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear, “How about we change it from twice a night to four


    times?”


    Eleanor looked at him expressionlessly and rolled her eyes. “If you want me to drop dead, just say so.”


    Seeing her eye roll, Bemard gave her an indulgent smile, thinking to himself, It’s not her who’s going to


    die from this; it’s me.


    Eleanor, unaware of his thoughts, looked into his sparkling eyes, asking him, “Do you want to keep


    ying?”


    Bernard nced at Fiman, who was in the grip of a gambling fever. “He’s lost money; he’s not going to


    let me go that easily.”


    Eleanor’s eyes lit up. “Our deal is, if you win fifty million tonight, it counts. But if you keep ying, you


    could still lose. If you lose, or if you don’t win fifty million, you can forget about it for the next month.”


    “Now you’re changing the conditions?”


    “Do you agree or not?”


    The man rotated his cigar in his hand, counter-questioning, “What if I win big? Do we double?”


    Eleanor hesitated for a few seconds, then held up a finger and said, “One hundred billion, double!”


    Bernard’s lips curled into a smirk, as if Eleanor had just fallen into a trap.


    “Hey, you two, enough with the lovey-dovey stuff. Hurry up, start the second round!”


    Fiman, desperate to win his money back, tossed the dart to Bernard, hoping he would start the second


    round of the game.


    Bernard threw the dart back and said, ‘Let’s change the game for the second round.”