His question unnerved Molly, who glared at him with a little anger before looking at something else.
Affectionately, he whispered in her ear as he glanced at the man sitting near the edge of the wheel. He
quipped, "Don't worry. The good play is coming soon."
A tingle spread over her neck as she felt Brian's hot breath. She frowned at the discomfort. At the same
time, his words baffled her.
There was no more time to figure out his puzzling words as the next controlling player took his position.
Molly was taken aback as Brian should have the mood to kiss her on her cheek at this moment. After
the kiss, he tossed chips on numbers without even looking at the spinning wheel. When the wheel
stopped spinning, and the balls fell on the numbered slots, he lost his bet. Spectators began to
speculate about Brian and guessed he was a very rich man. He was either extremely wealthy that
losing meant nothing, or he was losing it for the pretty girl beside him.
"Be serious if you're going to play!" Molly admonished him. She pushed Brian slightly out of
embarrassment due to the earlier kiss in public. Realizing what she did, she felt a blush crept into her
cheeks and cast him a furtive glance.
Molly's flustered look, like a girl just in love, made Brian smile and admit to himself that he found this
expression quite attractive. Following her advice, he adjusted his position and sat up. Different from the
intimate look he just gave Molly, he now wore an aloof expression as if to scare people away.
After a few more rounds, the last man took his turn as the controlling player. This player was in his
twenties and sat nearest to the wheel. There was a slightly evil smile on his lips, which the crowd found
difficult to ignore. He always looked down. On closer look, a scar on the right corner of his eye was
visible. Otherwise, the flaw was hardly noticeable.
He had won four consecutive times before. If he won again in this round, then he could choose one
person to bet one-for-one against him. What made this play exciting and tempting was the fact that it
was the controlling player who decided how much pot they would be playing for, or he could bet
whatever he wanted without any objections from other players.
Everyone stared at the young man as the dealer handed him the steel balls. It was the last play of the
day. If the controlling player didn't win five consecutive times, they would have to wait another day for a
showdown. Every player seated at the table had his agenda, and each hoped to win five times in a row.
But this success rate was quite rare; thus, the excitement in the crowd was palpable.
The man put the three balls in his hand and got ready to play. He threw Brian a glance and kept staring
at Molly, completely disregarding what everyone in the room was thinking.
The eyes fixed on Molly irritated Brian, who suddenly frowned to show his displeasure over the guy's
behavior. Then Brian glared at him with sharp eyes. But the threatening scowl had no effect on the man
who continued staring at Molly.
Sensing this, Molly frowned and clamped her lips together into a slight pout. Then she turned her
attention on Brian. What she saw in his eyes shocked her. Brian was so furious that his eyes looked
ready to kill the man. She, more than anyone, understood that kind of dangerous irritation so she
quickly held his hand and whispered his name softly.
"Bri…" Molly murmured.
The sound of his name on her lips had a calming effect on Brian, who gradually eased out of his
irritation so he pat on her hand to show that he knew her concerns, which made her relieved.
The controlling player sensed the change in Brian and defiantly threw a glance towards him before
flinging the steel balls to the wheel. The clanging sounds shattered the tense atmosphere and the
dealer reminded players to place their bets.
Everyone in the room, players and spectators alike, looked anxiously at the wheel. As the balls began
jumping from one slot to another, players placed their bets. Brian observed the wheel's spinning motion
and the direction where the balls bounced and picked the numbers 6, 27 and 21 with sort of smile
flashing in his eagle eyes.
The steel balls gradually stopped bouncing as everyone held their breath in anticipation of the result.
No one's eyes left the balls until they finally landed in their respective slots. When the wheel stopped
spinning, everyone in the room was shocked at the outcome. Their expressions varied from wide-eyed
wonder or slack-jaw thrill. Still, other people's first reaction was to look at Brian.
Up until that moment, only two men at the table became controlling players for having won four times in
a row. One was Brian, and the other was the man across the table. But Brian lost earlier and as a
result, forfeited the chance to play one-on-one. The man, however, won because the entire table lost,
and even Brian just guessed two numbers correctly. Everyone looked at the wheel again and saw the
three numbers 6, 27, 00, which were the same numbers that came out when Brian acted as the
controlling player.
The man kept on smiling while at the same time giving Brian a defiant stare. Meanwhile, Brian stared at
him with a face that was devoid of any emotion. However, it was hard to ignore Brian's natural arrogant
stance.
Something was wrong, and Molly finally felt it. She looked at the numbers where the steel balls landed
on the wheel and then turned to look at Brian. She suddenly realized that Brian knew which numbers
were coming out, but she couldn't understand why he placed the wrong bet on purpose.
"This gentleman wins five times in a row. And according to the rules, he can choose one player to have
a one-on-one bet with!" The dealer's voice rang out in the noisy room. His tone was professional, and
he never wavered.
Raising an eyebrow, he focused his gaze on Brian and said, "I'm tired of playing with the usual players
here. It's a rare opportunity to meet a new face."
All eyes turned to Brian, who smiled slightly, which was also a rare sight. Although the smile lit up his
handsome face and made him look even more attractive, most of the casino patrons could not help but
secretly shiver when suddenly, creepy feelings started spreading from the soles of their feet.
"As for the stake that we will compete for…" the man paused to think. "Don't you think that stakes for
this game should be something more than just money? Why don't we wager for something more
valuable?" Turning his gaze on Molly, he slowly proposed, "Let's take advantage of the moonlight and
bet on whom the lady shall accompany for a midnight snack."
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