Chapter 909

The onlookers knew just what this meant. You had to have at least a hundred million dollars in chips to bet in the VIP lounge and could win up to billions of dollars in a single round. Tiff nudged Wilbur at once, signaling for him not to go. Wilbur had won up to a hundred million dollars. There would really be something wrong with him if he were to keep playing. Even the best of luck would run out after five rounds. There was no such thing as having an endless supply of luck, and even Tiff did not wish for Wilbur to keep playing despite the fact that she was a hostess. She could not bring herself to imagine just how Wilbur would react if he were to lose all the money he had just won. Wilbur looked at the two murderous-looking men and let out a chuckle. "Are you sure we should keep going, gentlemen? You don't seem to be having the best of luck." Edward glowered at him. "Don't mistake luck for skill. Come to the VIP lounge, and let's see who's boss." "You can back out