C54 Kneel and Call Me Daddy

"You can't leave just yet," Tang Jincong stated flatly.

"Why not? Are you trying to stop me?" Ye Keer asked, her brow furrowed.

"How could I? You're the Second Miss of the Rogers family. I wouldn't dare stand in your way," Tang Jincong replied, his tone light with amusement.

"Then what's your angle?" A hint of anger crept into Ye Keer's voice.

She was already not fond of Tang Jincong, and his interference only added to her irritation. While others might be intimidated by Tang Jincong's status, Ye Keer was unfazed.

James had a sudden insight and quickly chimed in with a smile, "Keer, leaving now would dampen everyone's spirits."

"Exactly, it's not often we all get together. It'd be dreadfully dull here without you," Edith added in agreement.

Persuaded by the group, Ye Keer reluctantly took her seat once more. She knew her departure would indeed be a downer, and despite her distaste for the gathering, she resolved to stick it out.

"What's wrong, Keer?" Edith inquired quietly.

"It's nothing, just feeling a bit under the weather," Ye Keer responded, her disinterest evident. She grabbed the fruit juice and took a generous gulp, which brought her some relief.

Tang Jincong and Vaden exchanged a glance and shared a dark chuckle. Their plan had worked.

Westley had won 430,000 in the second round. The third round brought him 660,000, and the fourth, a whopping 1,050,000. The balance on Westley's card now stood at an impressive 1.67 million. His funds had multiplied sixteenfold.

Brianna, watching from the private room, was astounded. She had assumed Westley was merely on a lucky streak, never anticipating he would win consistently. With 1.67 million, he could afford a three-bedroom home in Lindzac City, all achieved in under two hours.

The final match was about to begin, and the hostess's voice rose with excitement, echoing the anticipation in the air.

However, Westley had already lost interest in listening. He pulled out his bank card and slipped it into his pocket.

"Sir, are you done playing?" Brianna inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"I'm done," Westley said with a grin.

"Why stop now?" Brianna was clearly baffled.

With the streak Westley was on, he was bound to win and make a name for himself in one fell swoop. She hadn't anticipated his sudden withdrawal.

"One should know when to be satisfied," Westley remarked, still smiling.

Brianna's eyes widened, her mind reeling with astonishment. The usual clientele here were die-hard gamblers. If a gambler learned to be satisfied, they wouldn't really fit the gambler's mold. Yet Westley had just expressed such a sentiment?

No sooner had Westley stepped out than he promptly returned. He fished out his crumpled wallet, extracted some cash, and handed it to Brianna with a flourish.

"This is for your excellent service."

With that, Westley strode out with confidence.

Charlotte sat on the plush sofa in her opulent private chamber, surrounded by a bank of computers that displayed live betting information from each private room – all crystal clear at a glance.

"He's won four consecutive rounds? How intriguing," Charlotte mused with a slight smile, her attention never straying far from Westley's private room.

"Mr. Lin is truly a master; his predictions are spot-on every time," Rashawn expressed his admiration.

"He's not just guessing," Charlotte corrected him, her voice taking on a grave tone. "A master like him can discern the stronger and weaker contenders simply by analyzing the basic data and their current conditions."

"You're absolutely right. A Half-step Grandmaster like Mr. Lin certainly possesses keener insight than the average person," Rashawn agreed, nodding earnestly.

Charlotte toyed with a jade thumb ring, lost in thought. This piece was a keepsake from Derrick. In his lifetime, he would often ponder over issues while caressing the ring. Now, Charlotte found herself doing the same.

The room was suffused with the subtle scent of sandalwood.

"Boss Powell, shall I go and speak to Mr. Lin to..." Rashawn began.

"There's no need," Charlotte cut him off. "We value integrity in our business dealings. As long as he wins money fair and square, there's no issue. Moreover, I've already set the maximum bet at one million," she explained.

"If I'm not willing to absorb such a minor loss, then I might as well not run a casino at all."

At her Golden Palace, the nightly turnover was around 20 million. After expenses, there was still a net profit of several million.

Lin Nan alone wasn't enough to bankrupt the Golden Palace.

Rashawn nodded in agreement.

Just then, Rashawn's phone rang.

He answered and spoke in hushed tones.

After hanging up, Rashawn reported, "Boss Powell, the VIP room manager says Mr. Jimenez has left."

"Left? Why didn't he place a bet on the fifth game?" Charlotte asked, incredulous.

Typically, a player of Lin Nan's caliber would stand to win even more if he kept riding his winning streak.

"The waiter relayed that Mr. Jimenez said one should be content with what they have," Rashawn relayed.

Charlotte was momentarily speechless.

Then she burst into raucous laughter, rocking back and forth without a care for the onlookers.

Rashawn didn't spare her a glance; he was well accustomed to her sudden outbursts.

After a while, Charlotte said, "It's been ages since I've met someone so fascinating. Let's go see Mr. Jimenez off."

"See him off?"

Though Rashawn found it odd, he didn't voice his question.

By now, Lin Nan had made it to the entrance.

Clutching a bank card valued at over a million yuan, he was in disbelief.

"I've actually made over a million in just one day."

A smug smile spread across his face, unaware that four shadowy figures lurked in the left parking lot.

These were Ethan and Mr. Haris's crew.

Having incurred substantial losses at the Golden Palace, they weren't about to leave quietly.

Instead, they lay in wait for Lin Nan, ready to call in backup.

Their plan was to corner him.

"Leopard, are they here yet?" Mr. Haris asked with an icy edge.

"Relax. Baldie just informed me that the fifty guys he's bringing will be here in two minutes," Leopard replied with a menacing tone.

"This time, I'll make him kneel and beg for mercy."

"Kneeling won't cut it. He's going to call me daddy," Ethan spat out furiously.