Unaware of what Adeline had done after coming out two seconds later than him, Fang Ran neither chose to eat at the restaurant nor had a waiter lead the way.
He followed Adeline through the hotel corridor, brightly lit and magnificently lavish.
But when he thought about how, in less than two hours, his parents in a remote little city in northern Huaxia would receive a transfer of one hundred million in his name,
his stomach hurt so badly he felt weak.
Though he wanted to believe Veronica might have merely been saying it, Fang Ran knew she was absolutely capable of doing it.
If his parents received a huge sum of one hundred million "from him," then everything that followed regarding him becoming a participant definitely could no longer be kept secret.
He had originally planned to slowly reveal these things after seeing his parents when he went home for winter vacation. Thinking about how he would explain it over the phone later,
Fang Ran looked out at the Las Vegas night and let out a helpless, melancholy sigh.
"Young master."
Hearing that cool voice, Fang Ran, who was reflecting on the trouble his luck had caused tonight, stepped into the elevator and replied listlessly:
"Don't call me young master. Call me God of Gamblers."
"Understood, God of Gamblers."
So now you know to change it!?
"Young master, winning over seven million US Dollars in chips in one night... your performance tonight was truly admirable."
He shouted furiously in his heart, then turned toward Adeline speechlessly. He watched her congratulate him first before calmly asking:
"So what do you plan to do next, young master? Do you need me to call those two dealers from earlier to accompany you overnight? During the Gambling Game, your gaze kept falling on