It's already hard enough to break even, Evander Lancaster's eyes almost fell into the drawer as he hurriedly urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, while the second elder brother and the others are not here, make it quick!"
Nathan Moore took Titus Zane out for a bandage, although Titus kept saying it was unnecessary, Beatrice Hargrave followed too, not sure if she was just bored or looking for some excitement.
Felix Shaw glared at him and asked unhappily when his hand touched the chips, "How much did you lose?"
"One hundred and twenty-eight thousand!"
"Impossible!"
"Fine, I don't want it anymore, I'll ask Mia Foster another day." With a careless tone, it earned another unhappy glare from Felix Shaw. He lowered his gaze and fumbled in the drawer, then hurled a handful of chips in front of Evander Lancaster, "Here you go! Counted and exact! Not one less!"
Evander Lancaster...
Quickly stashed the chips into his drawer, afraid Felix might change his mind.
