Chapter 201 There's no chance left.
At first, when David heard what William was saying, he reluctantly thought William was decent. But upon hearing that last part, he was completely dumbfounded.
Had he mentioned going after those hot LA girls?
What did he mean by taking William to get a taste of it?
The implication of William's words was that David often sought out attractive girls, while William had never done such things before.
"Lila, let me explain. I never said I'd take William to meet any hot girls." Unable to contain himself, David immediately grabbed his phone and sent a voice message to Lila to clarify.
However, Lila didn't reply to him at all. Instead, a voice message popped up on William's phone: "You two have fun, I won't disturb."
Hearing this, David shot a sidelong glance at William, lost for words.
Logically, he should be furious right now, stand up, and give William a good beating. But after thinking it through, if it came to a fight, he might not be a match for William. Even with his two underlings, they might still end up getting thrashed by William.
"So, are you still up for a bet?" At this moment, David felt he had made a grave mistake seeking out William. He had never regretted something so much in his life.
"I am," William replied, tossing a hundred-dollar chip onto the table.
David glanced at the table and asked, "Do you plan to play like this all day?"
"Why not?" William raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Are you looking to bet with me?"
Perked up by William's words, David suggested, "How about we move to the VIP room? Your two friends are in there anyway."
How could William not know what David was up to?
"Sure."
"Let's go." David finally saw a glimmer of hope for revenge!
In fact, this casino's VIP room was actually a hidden, illicit, underground gambling den within the main casino. Many shady dealings took place there, and they often resorted to extreme and illegal measures against gamblers who lost.
Today, William had nearly infuriated David to death right here. Such a grudge couldn't be left unresolved!
William, with over half a million dollars in chips left, followed David into the VIP room.
The stakes in the VIP room were high. The minimum bet was five thousand dollars, with no maximum limit!
David seemed to be quite familiar with the people at the casino. As he led William to the entrance of the VIP room, the security personnel quickly opened the door for them.
As William entered, Caleb and Nicholas had only a few chips left in front of them. Having gambled for a day and night, their current state was inexplicably frantic.
The middle-aged man sitting opposite Caleb subtly furrowed his brows, tapping the table subconsciously. Initially, he had thought that Caleb was a challenger sent from another casino or here to cause trouble. However, after a bit of probing, he realized that Caleb had no real gambling skills.
Caleb didn't know how to count cards. His facial expressions couldn't hide his emotions, and every bet he placed felt like he was openly revealing his hand.
At first, the middle-aged man even thought Caleb was acting. But after a few rounds, he was certain that Caleb was genuinely a novice.
Having already lost over five million dollars, Caleb was pale and sweating profusely.
This was hardly entertaining!
But in the next round, the situation shifted. This hand of cards was a bit unusual. The middle-aged man casually pushed his chips forward and, staring at Caleb, said, "You only have a few hundred thousand dollars in chips left, while I have almost thirty million dollars here. I'm going all in. If you stake both your hands and win, the thirty million dollars is yours. If you lose, we'll just cut off both your hands."
Caleb's hole cards for this hand were two Aces. With the community cards revealed, he had a full house: three Aces and two Kings. With such a hand, unless the middle-aged man had a straight flush, there was almost no way Caleb could lose.
The stake was over thirty million dollars!
Caleb's eyes, bloodshot, were fixed intently on the pile of chips on the table.
"There's no way I can lose!" Panting heavily, Caleb swallowed hard, mustered his courage, pushed his chips forward, and roared, "I'm betting with you!"
The middle-aged man smirked, tossing his hole cards face-up onto the gambling table, then stood up.
Caleb stared at the man's cards, his eyes wide in disbelief, yelling, "How is this possible? How?! You must have cheated!"
The middle-aged man didn't even glance at him. Two burly men had already approached Caleb, dragging him towards the back of the VIP room.
"What are you trying to do? This is illegal!" Caleb tried to struggle, but his strength seemed feeble compared to the two sturdy men.
"William! Save me!" Caleb, seeing William enter the VIP room, looked at him as if he were his last lifeline.
William appeared to ignore him, not even sparing him a glance.
He had already given Caleb a chance to turn his life around. Even for Amy's sake, William had done more than enough.
It was Caleb who didn't value the opportunities given.
For a gambler like him, this kind of fate was expected.
There was no need to detail the outcome after Caleb was dragged away.
Nicholas, only eighteen, had experienced a whirlwind of events lately.
From a simple bar waiter to suddenly becoming rich by winning the lottery, his good days were short-lived. Soon, he lost everything, witnessing the brutal and violent side of the casino. He was clearly traumatized.
William too, was lost in thought. There were many things he shouldn't have interfered with too much.
Nor should he casually grant fortunes to others.
If Nicholas hadn't won that lottery ticket, he would probably still be at the bar, keeping company with wealthy women, drinking. Maybe he wouldn't have been wealthy, but his life would have been quite comfortable.
But can all of this really be blamed on William?
"You can leave now!" The middle-aged man glanced at Nicholas and said, "Young man, it's best not to come to casinos."
Nicholas, looking devastated, made his exit. Meanwhile, David cheerfully called out, "Randy, I brought a friend to play."
A smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man as he approached and said, "A friend of David's is a friend of mine. How would you like to play?"
William glanced at the gaming table and replied, "Let's go with this."
The middle-aged man sized up William, sensing that the young man had an impressive demeanor. He probably hailed from a wealthy background, just like David, perhaps another heir to a fortune.
He inquired, "May I know how to address you?"
"Just call me William," he responded, "I haven't played this before. Can you explain the rules to me?"
"It's quite simple..." The middle-aged man briefed William on the rules of Texas Hold'em poker. After explaining, he chuckled, looking at David, "So, David, your friend is a beginner?"
David grinned, "Who knows? Maybe he's a pro."
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, asking William, "The two individuals from earlier, are they your friends?"
William replied, "Not exactly friends."
"But I saw that you all came in together. Moreover, one of them recognized you!" The middle-aged man, being a veteran in the casino circles, felt that today's episode with Caleb was not as simple as it looked.
The Rogers family had been eyeing a stake in the casino for a long time. Could these individuals have been orchestrated by David Rogers?
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