Chapter 430. The First Hand

As Friedman tapped his finger on the table, the four players at the gambling table began to push their chips out.

“Two bets, each with ten chips, for a total of 40 million.”

“Three bets, 60 million.”

“Four bets, 80 million.”

The other three people at the gambling table placed their bets and then looked up at the man leaning back on a white leather sofa chair.

Between Griffon’s fingers, there was a coffee-colored cigar that he hadn’t lit yet. He was just rubbing and fiddling with it, staring at his she-wolf who was sitting next to him without blinking.

The young nobles rolled their eyes when they saw this, thinking: “Why bother keeping such a close watch on your wife? She won’t run away.”

As the dealer, Friedman tapped on the table and reminded Griffon, “Mr. Griffon, are you in?”

Griffon ignored him and leaned in close to Taya’s car, chuckling softly. “Honey, 10 million isn’t even enough for a bet. You’ve already lost before you even st