Chapter 119: Chapter 119

Chapter 119:

The dealer interjected, “Mr. Diaz, our high-definition cameras ensure fair play. It’s impossible for her to have cheated.”

Shipley was now the joke of the crowd.

“Is this your first visit to the Tartarus Club, Mr. Diaz? Cheating here is just asking for trouble, don’t you think?”

“Ha-ha.

Accusing someone of cheating because you’re scared of losing? That’s a strategy I haven’t seen before.”

“Here’s a little joke for you: imagine someone daring to cheat at the Tartarus Club.”

Shipley’s expression darkened. Who would have dared to mock him like this before? It was all because of that wretch, Harlee.

Rolling six ones? He was sure he could manage that too!

Shipley grabbed the dice cup, shook it above his head, and then vigorously shook it left, right, up, and down.

He held the cup to his ear, listening carefully, before throwing it with force onto the table.

He was sure he had the dice loaded.

Shipley rested his chin in his hand, a smug grin spreading across his face.

“I’ll give you a chance to back out now.

Admit defeat, and we can call it quits. What do you say?” He licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with a lecherous and playful look.

As long as Harlee was willing to come to him, he was willing to overlook a lot.

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“Cut the nonsense!” Ritchie said, picking at his ear.

“Are we doing this or not?”

“Ritchie, what right do you have to speak?” Shipley gave Ritchie a sinister glare.

He despised Ritchie for having Harlee defend him.

Bah! Such a loser.

Ritchie laughed and said, “If I don’t have the right, then do you?”

“You…”

Everyone was taken aback by Shipley’s reaction. Three years ago, who didn’t know Ritchie, the eldest Diaz son?

“Ritchie? Isn’t he the eldest Diaz son? Wasn’t he sent abroad? How has he returned?”

“It’s rumored Ritchie has cut all ties with the Diaz family.”

“Is he back for revenge? Ha-ha! Now that could be interesting.”

As the whispers around him grew louder, Shipley’s expression soured. Yet, he quickly regained his composure. Today, his luck was unmatched.

He had rolled a perfect set. Once he lifted the cup, the smirks around him would vanish.

“Alright, since that’s the situation, I’m going to open it.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” With those words, Shipley began to slowly lift the lid of the dice cup, theatrically revealing its contents bit by bit.

The moment a gap appeared, the room burst into noise.

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