Xavier saw Elizabeth Campbell exchange eight hundred million in chips, his eyes bursting with greedy light. Who would have thought this girl was such a wealthy and capricious type?
Wealth and beauty, isn't this the kind of target he's always wanted to pursue? If he could utterly defeat this woman, it would be quite a pleasant tale. When she loses money and questions her life, wouldn't that be the perfect time for him to shine?
Thinking this, Xavier laughed, picked up a cigar, and smoked. The more he looked at Elizabeth, the more he felt she was his type. This woman, unlike those other vases, seemed to have a distinct personality. Conquering such a woman was the most satisfying achievement.
"Two hundred million, I call. Mr. Xavier, you're right. I have a straight. Do you dare call?" Elizabeth provocatively said to Xavier.
Xavier's eye twitched slightly.
Was it really a straight?
He stared at Elizabeth, trying to see through whether she was acting.
