Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 619

As Charlie played, he remembered the man who had helped him when he was beaten. Could he really win tens of thousands like that man had?

The thought intrigued him. If that man could help him, these few thousand might multiply many times over.

Some bystanders, seeing his desperate situation, tried to intervene. "Stop, you're about to lose everything. Do you really want to go broke?"

Charlie's eyes remained fixed on the cards. "No, I'm going to win! This round is mine!"

Focused on the money pile on the table, he gripped his last five hundred dollars and placed one hundred on the small bet. "Small!"

People around him goaded him. "The Wesler family is so rich, why bet just a hundred? You bet a thousand at the other table!"

Zachary, watching from the sidelines, exchanged a subtle glance with the dealer and added, "At least bet two hundred."

Charlie hesitated, then threw down another two hundred. "Fine, two hundred it is!"

Unsurprisingly, he lost again.

He stared at the remaining three hundred in his hands. If he lost this, he'd have nothing. And what if the manager demanded the money back?

Pushing aside these worries, his eyes bloodshot, he shoved all his remaining cash onto the large bet.

Just then, Zachary leaned close and whispered, "Small."

Charlie gave him a strange look, his pupils widening in recognition. At the last second before the dealer revealed the cards, Charlie quickly moved his bet to small. "I'm betting small! Small!"

The dealer gave him a penetrating look before dealing.

Charlie leaned in and gasped. "I won! I won!"

His eyes locked on the pile of money, and with a rush of excitement, he grabbed all of it. "It's all mine!"

In the next rounds, Charlie won five times and lost four, but still had a thousand left.

Zachary thought for a moment. "Let's come back next time. I'm getting tired."

"Bro, what's your name?" Charlie asked, still excited.

"Zachary Reynolds," Zachary replied.

Charlie had started with five thousand and lost four thousand, so the gambling den staff didn't pressure him further.

He took Zachary back to the Wesler home, where the family greeted him with only a slight nod. Mrs. Wesler observed Zachary curiously, wondering what this dignified-looking man was doing with her husband.

After all, Zachary didn't look like someone from their small town. His appearance, his mannerisms—everything about him seemed out of place in such a remote area.