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Chapter 365
Chapter: 365
“Millie, let's play,” Mylo urged, sensing that only Millie could manage the tempestuous Marcus.
“Okay.” Millie promptly put down a card.
As anticipated, Millie experienced another loss. Marcus had never witnessed a player as incompetent as her before. A few more rounds, and Millie had lost everything.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe rest stared at Marcus’ barren table, eyes wide with disbelief.
Mylo observed that Millie seemed unaware of her financial loss and was patiently waiting for the next round. He gently reminded her, “Millie, unfortunately, you've run out of money to continue playing.”
“Please go ahead and deal the cards. | still have enough money to continue playing.”
Millie turned her head and searched for a bank card inside Marcus’ front chest pocket, feeling a bit disoriented. “T have a card,” she announced.
“How much is in the card? You must tell us,” Mylo insisted.
“How much?” Millie asked Marcus, treating everything as her own.
Marcus, with a cool detachment, replied, “One and a half million dollars.”
Mr. Thomas was so rich that he carried a card with one and a half million dollars in it. The others gaped, awestruck by the sheer affluence.
“There is one and a half million dollars in this card,” Millie boasted, placing the card on the table, her face glowing with pride.
“Oh, my. It seems like I’m going to make a fortune today.” Smiling ominously, Mylo tumed to the dealer and said, “Deal the cards now. Stop wasting time.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMillie rested her chin on her hand. Something was wrong with the cards.
Marcus leaned into her ear and whispered, “Don’t get distracted.”
She had just lost a lot of money in a short amount of time, and the money in the card would have the sfate.
Millie nodded and bit her lower lip in concentration. “Don’t worry. I’ll win back all the money | lost.”
As a matter of fact, she was no longer sober at the moment, the red wine having already worked its way through her system. Predictably, after a while, Mylo declared, “Millie, you lost.”
The next two rounds had the soutcome.