Billion Bride Price:CEO,Please line up for proposal

“OK。”

"Gamble and gamble, who is afraid of whom!" Byron rolled up his sleeves and was ready to do a big job: "let Wendy pack up and be a maid in my house!"

Arthur grinned and raised his hand to signal that he could deal.

It's a win or lose game, a tense atmosphere and exciting chips.

Hold your breath, all of you.

Arthur held the card, looked at the number on the row, and chuckled: "allin!"

Byron saw that he was so arrogant, and his own cards were not small. He was sure that he was just playing psychological warfare to scare him, and he immediately bet all of them!

There's a crash on the table, all chips.

At the moment of opening the card, Byron hummed triumphantly: "flush."

His cards are hearts 8, 9, 10, J, Q.

Arthur slowly opened the cards, winning no sense of achievement: "royal flush."

Spade 10, J, Q, K, a.

Byron grinned at him and said, "you're lucky!"

"Let's go." Arthur stood up lazily, his head a little dizzy, and did not forget to tell him: "pack up the justice of the road and send it to the Earl's castle."

Byron hit his head on the gambling table, full of remorse, how to bet his son!

How can he tell his wife back?!

It's over

He's dead!

"Don't go!" Suddenly he raised his head, and Byron stretched out his arm to make a reservation: "another game!"

Arthur refused neatly: "no time."

"No time, where are you going?" Byron immediately got up to catch up with him. When he left, he took a look at the chips.

Both human and financial losses!

In sharp contrast to Byron's dismal and painful expression, Arthur's bodyguards, one by one, were beaming with joy, collecting chips, ready to exchange for dollars.

Good luck, young master. We have a good harvest tonight!

Back in the suite, Arthur took off his suit coat, pulled off his tie, and loosened a few buttons on his shirt. He didn't look good to Byron, who was about to squeeze in: "get out of here. I'm going to sleep."

Byron swaggered to the sofa and sat down like an old man. "You win money and you win my son. Of course, you are in a good mood and can sleep. I can't sleep, you accompany me

"I'm not good at this. Get out." Arthur kicked it.

Byron stepped aside, took a bottle of wine from the small bar restaurant attached to the suite, opened it and drank it: "no one wants to sleep tonight. Let's drink together!"

Thinking of going home to explain to his wife, Byron wanted to strangle his heart. How could he sleep comfortably?

Seeing that he did not intend to leave, Arthur was in a gloomy mood. He took a bottle of it, touched him, looked up and drank it.

"That's what I like about you, frank!" Byron cocked up his legs and said to DaVinci, "Da Vinci, get me something to drink."

Da Vinci's command is very smooth, not at all. It's like someone else's housekeeper. He doesn't treat himself as an outsider!

I'm so familiar with it that I'm ashamed

In the middle of the night, Byron was so drunk that he couldn't tell the direction clearly. Da Vinci opened the door and asked his bodyguard to take him back to his room to rest.

Seeing Byron back, he found that Arthur was still drinking.

"Young master, you are drunk. Have a rest." Da Vinci tried to hide his glass and was bypassed by him.

"I'm not drunk." In addition to the face slightly drunk red, eyes blurred, there is no drunk appearance.

"You've had enough to drink any more."

"I have my own discretion."

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