Chapter 199 whipped

Chapter 199 whipped

At this moment, Caleb seemed to be possessed by both Hermes and Tyche, drawing a large crowd of gamblers who had heard of his streak.

"This gentleman is so lucky!"

"He's going to win big tonight!"

Whenever someone congratulated Caleb, he would casually toss them chips worth a thousand or two dollars as a gesture of gratitude.

The Waitstaff who initially introduced him to the casino had, unbeknownst to many, already accumulated over ten thousand dollars in chips. If it weren't for David watching nearby, he might have been tempted to try his luck at the table as well.

William stood silently on the side, observing without a word.

Starting from the ninth round, Caleb no longer went all-in. He bet around a hundred thousand dollars each time, seemingly choosing to play it safe.

Caleb's consecutive wins drew the attention of the casino manager.

Winning from $25,000 to over $600,000 in just eight rounds?

Did he think he was a gambling god?

It's worth noting that the chips in the casino were equipped with a special identification technology.

When placed in the designated areas on the gambling table, sensors underneath could accurately identify the amount each gambler bet and relay this information to the central control system of the casino. Through advanced software analytics, the card dispensers connected to the system would shuffle, cut, and deal the cards, ensuring the utmost benefit for the casino house.

But under such a system, how could Caleb possibly win so many times consecutively? It was simply inconceivable!

Thinking about the recent unexpected malfunction of the casino surveillance, the casino manager began to suspect Caleb's involvement.

To flaunt one's skills so openly in the main hall—wasn't it a blatant challenge to the casino management's authority?

A middle-aged man, dressed in a shiny suit, wearing a bow tie, and with handsome features—the casino manager—approached Caleb.

Caleb's ninth round had already begun, and as expected, he once again emerged victorious. He couldn't help but regret not having placed a larger bet.

Had he been more decisive, perhaps he might already have won chips amounting to tens of millions of dollars by now. However, he was aware that he didn't possess such daring.

The middle-aged man furrowed his brow, the situation made no sense. While the surveillance had malfunctioned, the backend control system remained intact. On his way here, he had already instructed the backend, hoping that this round would see Caleb lose. Yet, against all odds, Caleb had still won.

Could this guy have cheated?

But for all the known cheating experts in the casino, they had comprehensive profiles. Who was this newcomer, Caleb?

Betting for the tenth round had begun, and this time, Caleb had placed a bet of half a million dollars.

The middle-aged man gave a subtle signal to his assistant, indicating him to once again communicate with the backend. No matter what, they had to ensure Caleb lost this round!

He was also keen to see firsthand how Caleb managed to keep winning. Had he genuinely cheated?

"You've won again! It's like the goddess of luck has possessed you!"

"You're absolutely amazing!"

The surrounding audience cheered excitedly, as if they themselves had won the money.

In the casino, staff members are prohibited from gambling. This is an unwritten rule of the casino. However, whenever Caleb won money, he would give out some tips as a token of appreciation.

The dealer who dealt the cards to him had received a total of fifty thousand dollars in tips over the ten rounds.

The middle-aged manager had been closely observing every detail of Caleb's actions from the very beginning.

He didn't notice any suspicious cheating maneuvers from Caleb.

How could the cards be so favorable?

Could it just be sheer luck?

"Buddy, how about we head to the VIP room? There's no challenge left here." The middle-aged manager was almost certain that Caleb was waiting for this invitation.

Winning so easily like this, wasn't he challenging the limits of the casino?

He even had their surveillance equipment tampered with.

Caleb hesitated, glancing at the middle-aged manager and then at the chips on the table.

After deducting the tips he gave out and other expenses, he still had over six million dollars on hand.

With his incredible luck today, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't win up to ten million dollars?

Just then, William said coldly, "It's already the tenth round."

Caleb's brow furrowed slightly, but he still smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm lucky today. I'll stop once I win ten million dollars."

William remarked, "You swore before. The money you've won should be enough to settle your debts now."

Caleb hissed through gritted teeth, "Can't you understand what I'm saying? Didn't I just borrow twenty-five thousand dollars from you? I'll pay you back fifty thousand dollars! Quit preaching to me!" He then threw a chip worth fifty thousand dollars in front of William.

William chuckled, picked up the fifty thousand dollar chip from the table, and sat down.

Caleb and Nicholas followed the middle-aged man into the VIP room. David took a seat next to William, chuckling, "William, do you think those two will continue their lucky streak today?"

David could tell that Caleb wasn't cheating. The only explanation was that the man was simply incredibly lucky.

But luck is elusive. Who can be lucky all the time? n--O-.v(.ε./l(.b)/1)-n

William glanced at David and asked, "Are you that bored? Why are you always picking on me?"

David was nearly infuriated. He had only come to this casino for a casual visit. Who knew he'd run into William?

"William, tell me honestly, what will it take for you to leave Lila alone?"

William responded, "What if I told you that I'm not actually that close with Lila. Would you believe me?"

David shook his head, "If I believed you, I'd be an idiot. You borrow two hundred thousand dollars from her, and she sends you over a million. And you say you're not close?"

William paused for a moment, pulled out his phone, and sent Lila a message: "Lila, do you think we're very close?"

Lila replied quickly, saying, "Not really, I guess."

William showed the message to David, remarking, "Do you believe me now?"

Feeling like a fooled clown, David angrily retorted, "Every time I message her, it takes her ages to reply, sometimes she doesn't even respond. But she replies to you instantly! And you dare say you're not close?"

"..." William was genuinely baffled by David's logic.

"Why are you so concerned about my relationship with Lila when she clearly doesn't want to have anything to do with you?" William asked.

David responded, "Relationships take time to build. I believe she'll come to see me differently, especially if you stay away from her."

William felt an urge to lash out. He had already stated that he and Lila weren't close. He even messaged Lila to ask, and she also felt that they weren't close. If they weren't close to begin with, why talk about staying away or not?

William said, "I've been reading a lot of books lately."

Confused by the sudden change in topic, David asked, "And?"

William couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head, "you're really into her, aren't you? You know there's a word for guys like you."

Looking puzzled, David asked, "What word?"

William smirked, "You're what they call... whipped."

"..." David's lip twitched in annoyance. Bastard!

Whipped?!

Damn!

David thought highly of himself and his family's status. Although they weren't as affluent as Lila's, they were certainly well off. Countless women wanted to be with him, yet William dared to label him as 'whipped'.

Worst of all, he didn't even know how to retort!