Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 635

”Come on… Come on…” Charlie leaned over the long table, his eyes crazed as he watched the dealer's movements. The dealer placed his hand over the dice cup, his voice stirring the gamblers, "Any more bets? The odds are thirty to one now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man with a scruffy beard shoved most of his chips forward. "Damn it, I'm all in. Worst comes to worst, I'll con some more out of my old lady's funeral fund." Others, eyes reddened, quickly followed suit.

Charlie clenched his yellowed teeth, tempted to go all in too. He glanced at Zachary, who had remained calm throughout, and rubbed his hands together with a sycophantic smile. "Bro, should we make a big play too?"

Zachary gave him a brief glance. "What's the rush." Charlie had no choice but to curb his eagerness.

"Here it goes!" The dealer shouted, and the outcome was revealed, triggering moans of despair around them.

"Did we win? Did we actually win?" Charlie rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his smile widening. He excitedly leaned down, pulling his chips toward him while chuckling idiotically, looking every bit the fool.

"I should've bet more," Charlie muttered under his breath, his greed seemingly insatiable.

Zachary's eyes flashed with irony. God knows how long he had been restraining himself from hitting Charlie. That afternoon, Charlie had clung to him, incessantly blaming yesterday's debacle on Sarah.

After his initial excitement, Charlie turned to Zachary with even more eagerness. "Bro, you're really my savior. Shall we continue?"

"Mhm," Zachary nodded slightly, indicating for him to throw the chips.

This time, Charlie's hands moved faster than his brain, and he pushed all his chips forward with a clatter, declaring boldly, "All in."

Charlie glanced around, licked his dry lips, and ventured a whisper, "Bro, although I didn't contribute much today, as the saying goes, 'no merit, but still hard work', right?"

Zachary, annoyed by the chatter, snapped, "Get to the point."

"Right." Charlie hurriedly stepped in front of Zachary, stopping him and putting on a show of earnestness. "Since you're so straightforward, bro, I'll cut to the chase. How do you want to split this money?"

Zachary's brow furrowed, his expression suddenly darkening, an ominous aura surrounding him.

Charlie jumped, afraid to lose such a lucrative 'cash tree', worried that Zachary might have misunderstood him. He scrambled for words, "Zach, don't worry, I'm not ungrateful. Maybe..."