Seeing Becky's guilty look, Draco couldn't help but chuckle. He picked up the "tampered" wine and held it to Becky's lips. "Since you say there's nothing wrong with the taste, why don't you take a sip and try it? So you won't say I wronged the casino's wine."
This action made Becky freeze instantly. She wanted to back away, but with a group of gamblers watching the commotion, she couldn't refuse in public. So she had no choice but to bite the bullet and take a big gulp.
"Gulp--"
The next second, a strong yet pungent sour smell exploded, filling her entire mouth. The acidity of lemon juice shot straight into her nasal cavity, several times stronger than she had expected. The sourness made her face instantly contort, and her cheeks trembled uncontrollably.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Becky coughed so badly from the sourness that tears welled up in her eyes. She covered her mouth, staring incredulously at the glass of red wine, then looked at Draco. How could this guy have managed to drink such a big gulp without batting an eye, and even seem to be enjoying it?! Does he have no sense of taste?!
"Right? Isn't something wrong with this wine? It's too sour and astringent; it doesn't taste like pure red wine at all." Draco smiled, quietly watching her disheveled appearance.
"Nothing's wrong... Red wine is supposed to have a slightly sour taste, you just don't like it!" Becky's face stung, but she still stubbornly refused to admit that she had tampered with it.
After saying that, she quickly turned her face away, secretly making a mask of pain, inwardly groaning: Oh my god, I added too much lemon juice! It's so sour! When she turned her face back, she forced out a smile that looked worse than crying, trying to get away with it.
"Since you say the taste is fine, then this cup is yours. Drink it all. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold your earlier service a problem."
"No! I won't drink it! I'd rather die than drink it!" Becky's face changed in fright, her pupils contracted, and she immediately shook her head frantically, her hands waving rapidly involuntarily, her tone full of resistance.
This wine is so sour, another sip and my teeth will ache from the acidity.
"Why?" Draco asked, feigning ignorance.
"I... I don't like drinking red wine!" Becky made an excuse.
"Alright." Draco felt he had teased enough, so he casually handed the empty wine glass and the remaining fruit plate to the casino waiter who was on standby, signaling him to take them away. The waiter took them and left.
Becky breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the evidence being taken away, but then she brought it up again because Draco had spoken.
"Stop standing there daydreaming," Draco tapped his shoulder. "A bet's a bet. Come here, give me a shoulder and back massage to relax. I'm about to place my bet."
Becky rolled her eyes countless times in her mind, then slowly walked up behind Draco. She placed her soft hands gently on his broad shoulders and began to slowly massage them, her movements perfunctory and her touch as light as if she were stroking cotton.
"Hmm..." Draco felt the almost negligible pressure on his shoulder and let out a satisfied hum. "That's it, right here. Apply a little more pressure."
Upon hearing this, Becky's hands abruptly stopped moving. Her anger flared up again, and she gritted her teeth, cursing silently. Unconsciously, she increased the pressure on her hands.
Under the guise of massaging her shoulders, she secretly vented her frustration, thinking of giving the other person's shoulders a good squeeze to let off steam.
Little did she know, this force actually made Draco feel more and more comfortable, and even his fatigue dissipated considerably.
Draco made a more comfortable sound, which made Becky even angrier, but she was helpless.
"Next round, waiter Becky, what do you think we should bet on? Give the young master some advice," Draco suddenly asked.
Becky didn't stop what she was doing; she was seething with anger and wanted him to lose everything so she could vent her frustration.
Without even thinking, she casually replied, "If you ask me, I'd say bet on all three numbers together."
"This has a much higher probability of success than betting on a single number, and it's also much safer than those fancy games you used to play."
"Of course, if you want to play big, then disregard what I said." Becky was thinking that betting on three numbers together was still very risky, and the betting method was even more unconventional, making it easy to lose.
I hope he listens to my advice and then loses everything!
Draco surprisingly nodded readily and said:
"Alright, I'll do as you say." After saying that, amidst Becky's astonished gaze and the gasps of surprise from the surrounding gamblers, Draco took out four large chips of one thousand and placed his bet on the dividing line to the left of the three consecutive numbers 28, 29, and 30.
Three consecutive bets! A full four thousand chips!
If the ball lands on the roulette wheel and hits any one of the numbers 28, 29, or 30, you'll win an incredibly high payout of 11 times your initial investment, totaling a staggering 48,000!
But if it fails, the four thousand chips will be gone in an instant.
Seeing this, Becky was completely stunned, her hands stopping mid-motion. She had only said it casually, intending for him to lose money... but she hadn't expected him to bet such a large sum of money?! Was he just throwing money away, or overconfident?
But after the initial shock, a sense of schadenfreude and anticipation quietly emerged, and Becky began to hatch her own scheme:
It would be best if he lost this hand! Let him lose all four thousand chips! Let him lose big, just to dampen this arrogant young master's arrogance and see how he'll order me around in the future!
The gamblers watching from the sidelines held their breath, no one daring to bet blindly anymore. They all stood at a distance, observing coldly.
After all, Draco had just lost two consecutive bets, and his luck had turned sour. Now, he was so bold as to bet on a high-odds three-number combination, wagering out four thousand chips at once.
This was far too risky, and everyone was wary of the risks and dared not get involved easily, simply waiting to see the outcome.
Even the dealers who were used to seeing large bets,
Upon seeing Draco's bet, a very subtle change appeared on his usually calm face.
But his professionalism made him quickly regain his composure.
Seeing that all the gamblers had stopped betting, the dealer resumed his professional, calm, and emotionless demeanor, raised his hand, and loudly reminded them, "Place your bets now."
The roulette wheel continued to spin, and everyone's eyes were glued to the bouncing ball, their hearts pounding in their throats.
Becky held her breath, her hands unconsciously gripping Draco's shoulders, her eyes fixed on the roulette wheel, her mind frantically chanting: Don't miss, jump over, jump over!
After several laps, the roulette wheel slowly slowed down, and the rolling ball gradually weakened, bouncing back and forth in the numbered squares with a tinkling sound that tugged at everyone's heartstrings.
One tap, two taps, three taps... the ball lost all momentum and finally, wobbled and wobbled...
A soft "click."