"Oh, that's a real shame." Draco was secretly pleased, but feigned regret. He teased, "Since he's already taken, you'll have to like me."
"Don't flatter yourself! I don't just like handsome guys!" Becky's cheeks flushed red, and she immediately spat at him.
Just then, the ball landed on square six.
I won! The odds are 5:1.
Therefore, Draco earned five thousand including the principal.
This betting method requires placing your chips on the middle line of the six outermost numbers; if you win, the payout is five times the initial investment.
Seeing this, Becky slapped her thigh in frustration and complained, "It's all your fault! You kept talking to me. I was going to take a gamble with you!"
"Why?" Draco asked, looking at her with a puzzled expression.
"Things don't happen more than three times! You've won two in a row, you're probably going to lose this one!" Becky said with certainty.
"You're lucky, you won this round. You almost lost," Draco said with a smile.
"It seems so!" Becky nodded blankly.
You seem a little slow!
"You're the stupid one!" Becky retorted immediately.
"But you're still smart," Draco said, changing the subject with a hint of a smile, "You even know when to stop."
Upon hearing this, Becky became smug again, completely forgetting her earlier annoyance. She raised her chin and said, "Then..."
Before the word "but" could be uttered, several soft laughs came from the side. Their conversation had already attracted the attention of several gamblers nearby. Looking at Becky's smug little face, the gamblers couldn't help but laugh.
Becky then realized that her words and actions might have been overheard by others, and she immediately blushed deeply.
Looking at the pile of chips in front of Draco, Becky estimated that he had almost 15,000. He then took out two more chips worth 1,000 each, seemingly preparing to place another bet. The roulette wheel had already begun to spin slowly, and the dealer signaled that it was time to place a bet.
"Want to make a bet with me this time?" Draco Becky with a faint smile on his lips, turning his head to look at her.
"I want to bet, but..." Becky hesitated, looking at the two thousand chips, "You've bet too much."
"I already have almost 15,000 chips. If I bet 2,000, even if I lose, it's nothing. Are you afraid of losing?"
Of course not!
At this moment, the wheel had already started spinning, and the ivory ball was rolling rapidly on the track, making a heart-stopping sound.
Becky stared at the rapidly spinning roulette wheel, his mind racing: he had won three rounds in a row, but even the best luck has its limits, and he was most likely to lose this round!
And since he bet such a large sum, losing would hurt him even more!
Thinking about it that way, she immediately felt relieved.
"You're right, luck can't last forever. I've decided to take this gamble with you!" Becky made up her mind.
Seeing that Becky had finally fallen for the trap, Draco's lips curled into a sly smile, and he announced the bet, "If you lose, you have to serve me tea and water, massage my back and shoulders, and take good care of me."
"Fine." Becky gritted her teeth, deciding to take the plunge.
"Serving tea and water, massaging backs and shoulders, right? No problem! But if you lose, you'll have to do all of that instead!"
"No problem," Draco readily agreed.
Then, he placed his two 1000-coin chips at the intersection of the numbers 17, 18, 20, and 21.
This position is a four-corner bet with odds as high as 1:5. If you win, the potential reward is substantial, but the risk is also extremely high.
"Place your bets now, no more bets accepted!" The dealer announced loudly, his face expressionless, after confirming that all bets had been placed.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the small silver ball that was spinning rapidly on the roulette wheel. The ball gradually slowed down and bounced lightly between the numbered squares before finally landing in square number 18!
"I won! I won again! And it was a four-corner bet!"
A gasp of surprise erupted from the surrounding crowd. The onlookers looked at Draco with envy and astonishment, their whispers filling the air.
Two thousand chips multiplied fivefold, netting Draco ten thousand. With his initial investment, Draco's stack of chips grew ever higher.
"How could this be..." Becky muttered to herself, dumbfounded, staring incredulously at the ball resting on number 18.
"Your luck is just too outrageous! You should have lost after a winning streak! And you even bet on four numbers..." This went against Becky's common sense about gambling, and the thought of having just lost a bet and having to obediently serve him tea and water, massage his back and shoulders made Becky feel dizzy and wish she could turn back time.
"There's nothing I can do about it. I told you before, if you're handsome, your luck will naturally be good," Draco said with a cheeky grin.
"I don't believe it! What nonsense! Luck has absolutely nothing to do with looks!"
The gamblers watching were amused by the conversation between the two.
Some people even muttered to themselves with great seriousness:
"Is it really true that looks affect luck? Maybe I should get plastic surgery; maybe that will improve my luck..."
Becky: "..." What is all this nonsense!
"Whether you believe this logic or not, we made a bet, and you can't go back on your word, can you? A bet is a bet, that's the casino's rule," Draco reminded her.
"I understand... who's going to deny it?" Becky was extremely unwilling, but with everyone watching, she couldn't back out.
"Very good." Draco nodded in satisfaction, speaking in the languid tone of a noble young master ordering his servant around:
"Well then, Becky... my personal waiter, why aren't you going to serve the young master some tea and water? I'd like some chilled red wine, and a fruit platter too. And be quick about it."
"You!" Becky was furious, but there was nothing she could do; she had lost. In the end, she could only huff and sluggishly walk towards the bar, her steps heavy as if filled with lead. As she walked, she muttered under her breath, "I'm complaining."
"That's outrageous! He wins the bet and then acts all high and mighty, bossing people around. His arrogant and narcissistic attitude is exactly like that annoying young master Draco!"
"They both love to show off and manipulate people, even their tone of voice is exactly the same. It's really unlucky!"
Draco, standing behind her, overheard her whispered complaints, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He thought to himself, "You're right."
After Becky left, Draco didn't place any more bets. He held a thousand-dollar chip and tapped it lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound.
A male gambler who had been watching nearby noticed his hesitation and couldn't help but approach him, asking with a curious expression, "Sir, why aren't you betting anymore? You're on such a winning streak, why not strike while the iron is hot and win a few more rounds?"
"You want to call?" Draco countered.