My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 677

"No!"

Alice firmly shook her head, "Today it is all black, so I will keep going until the end."

"Then I'm going to intercept your luck." William laughed, threw the chips into the pot, and said: "Red."

The waiter bent down, and read the card, "Spade, Miss.Brown wins 5 times the number of pot."

"I won again."

Alice watched happily as the waiter pushed her chips over.

"This is impossible!" William growled. His memory could not be wrong, and his calculation ability could not be wrong either.

"What?"

Everyone looked at William, who also looked at William in confusion, "What's impossible?"

It couldn't be black.

The calculation was never wrong.

William's lips twitched. He at her happy look while holding onto the chips, and he forced himself to hold back, "It's nothing. Let's continue."

He had to win.

With so many people watching, if he kept losing to his woman, he would lose all his face.

William paid even more attention to the card shuffling. A bunch of formulas surfaced in his mind, but the only thing that came out was black.

His entire body was covered by dark clouds.

"William, so my luck was actually this good?"

"William, do you think I should go and buy the lottery ticket?"

"William, gambling is not right, why don't we stop playing?"

"William, let's stop gambling. You have never won one, so this game is not fun." Alice observed William's expression, felt his anger, and said.

"Continue!"

William was furious. He pressed his hand to his ear, thinking he must have heard wrongly. It was impossible for his to pass by his formula but Alice got all the black chance.

There were more spectators, and even more people wanted to help William out. The moment revealing cards, they would shout, "Red! Red!"

"Spade 3, Miss.Brown has won three times the number of pot."

"Club K, Miss.Brown wins!"

"Club..."

"Black."

William had used up all of the chips that Daniel had to exchange for thirty times. Alice saw that William's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, so she silently threw the chips into the pot, "I choose red."

"I'm not going to be blacklisted?"

William looked at Alice as if he was looking at a monster.

"I won't choose black anymore."

Alice looked at the chips on the table. There were only three left, and with so many people watching, she really didn't want to embarrass him.

"Reveal it!"

William said coldly, throwing the three chips into the pot.

Everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at the waiter's hand. The waiter's hand moved, slowly read the card, "Square 9, Miss.Brown wins 9 times the number of pot."

William's last three chips were moved to Alice.

Alice covered her face with one hand. She had never seen anyone who has bad luck like William.

If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have gambled.

Alice secretly thought that when the people around him started to discuss William's bad luck. They could not help but burst out laughing. His bad luck was truly unheard-of like this.

"Have you cheated?"

A voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.

Alice turned her head and saw a silver-haired old man standing there with a glass of champagne in his hand, smiling at her kindly.

Alice smiled back and looked at the waiter.

A hint of panic flashed across the waiter's face.

The guests were all experienced. Seeing this, they knew what was going on, and pointed at him while shouting, "Search his body!"

The fun of playing cards became suddenly serious.

The silver-haired old man walked in front of the waiter and said in a friendly tone, "I believe you don't dare to cheat. Why don't you explain it yourself? There are so many of people here, so we won't make things difficult for a young man like you."

"I.. I.. I'm sorry. I was a magician before." The waiter opened his sleeves and shook out a few cards, "Mr. Cullen told me to do this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

He admitted that he was too fast for anyone to see, but this continuous situation was too suspicious.

William?

Alice looked in astonishment at William, who was sitting opposite to her. His face was calm, the thin lip remained silent.

"It seems that Mr. Cullen wants to pleasure his woman." The silver- haired old man stood there and laughed. Only now did the crowd realize that this was a husband teasing his wife.

"I never thought that Mr. Cullen would be so interesting."