The middle-aged man kneeling on the ground became even more terrified when Nolan Davis said this.
"Third Young Master, for the sake of my loyalty to Old Master Land, please spare my life, I'm begging you..."
Loyalty, what a joke, Asher Land scoffed internally. Just because of this supposed loyalty, he wished him dead!
But how could his thoughts be so easily discerned by others?
"Even if you're loyally devoted, you're not worth fifty million, are you trying to make me, Asher Land, do a losing business?" He chuckled lightly, lowering his head, his thumb rubbing the ring on his other thumb, his gaze carrying a hint of amusement.
"Third Young Master Land, if it's not worth it, then don't do this deal, no need to waste effort. Didn't you say you wanted to have fun in the casino? You can start now." With a snap of Nolan Davis's fingers, a dealer walked over, ready to deal the cards.
"So, Mr. Davis, what should we bet on? Just betting money seems too dull, doesn't it?"
