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 turned around and landed a slap on the girl's face.
It rang sharp and crisp through the air, and the girl's face reddened at once.
"What the hell did you just say to me? Do you think I can't afford this, or do you think I'll lose to that uncultured piece of shit?" Edward roared.
The girl's cheek stung from the slap, but she had no choice but to bear it and stammer, "No, Mister Borton, that's not what I meant! Please don't be angry."
The look on her face made everyone's chests clench.
The other girl sat still like a rock, not daring to utter a word.
The onlookers could not help but shake their heads.
What a disgrace of a man this guy was, taking his anger out on another woman like that.
Yet no one could do anything about it and merely made the comment internally to themselves.
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