Chapter 907

Downstairs, the person in charge had given Wilbur his winnings. There were forty million dollars' worth of chips in front of Wilbur, a whole mountain of them. Tiff was completely leaning against him now, unable to sit up straight. She was not sure whether it was her mind playing tricks on her, but Wilbur seemed to radiate a powerful force that gave her support. Just then, Wilbur looked over at Edward and Jesse with a smile. "Would you like to continue playing, gentlemen?" It was a deliberate and clear challenge. Even the onlookers knew this. Both men were ashen in the face, unable to contain their fury at being mocked by this nobody. "Get me the rest of my ninety million dollars in chips, all of it!" Edward shouted. "Mine too! I'm going to teach this bastard a lesson," Jesse fumed as well. A girl in a ponytail behind them spoke up in a small voice, "Why don't you just stop here, Mister Borton?" She was clearly worried about how much Edward was betting. Yet Edward