Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 530 - 290 Three Fingers

Tiger George was smoking and calming his turbulent emotions as he continued, "Anyone with eyes could see it was a trap, but by the time Luke Harringtons wanted to pull out, it was already too late."

"It was during that time he cheated, possibly the only time in his life, because his heart was tied up, because his wife was sitting right next to him, he was distracted, and naturally, his hand movements weren’t nimble enough. When the dealer pulled two cards out of his sleeve, Luke looked at the dealer in disbelief. He told me that he had already spoken with the dealer, that no matter what, they had to win that game that day, and if they did, they would split the huge prize in half. He asked the dealer to cooperate with him in dealing the cards, but how could he have known that the dealer was sent by Big Head George? From start to finish, Big Head George had dug a pit for him to fall into, but when he realized it, it was too late, and he was detained..." Tiger George finished and looked at the two young noblemen sitting beside him, letting out a long sigh, "You have no chance to experience how terrifying it is to cheat in a casino."

How could Atlas Hallow not have experienced it? Luna Miller had three fingers chopped off, Charlotte Miller pretended everything was fine on her face, but in her heart, she was frantic. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gotten involved in gambling. He guessed Charlotte probably wanted to chop off the other party’s three fingers as well.

Joshua Hughes, however, could imagine the scene, crazed and thrilling, like gambling with life.

And cheating is the biggest taboo in a casino, yet Luke Harringtons broke this taboo in his last game. He furrowed his brows slightly as he continued to listen to Tiger George talk.

"If Luke could come up with twice the amount of the bet to compensate, then this matter would be considered resolved, but if not, then according to the rules, he would be at the mercy of others." Tiger George took a sip of tea, paused for a few seconds, and his eyes went from slightly moist to extremely painful.

Every trade has its rules, and being able to pay off debts is already considered very lucky; anyone with understanding knows this.

"At this point, Miss Wood asked for two days, saying she needed to go home to get the money. At that time, no one dared to believe it; it was an astronomical figure. How could she, a woman, manage to get it together? However, Big Head George let her go to get it, but he set a condition: if she couldn’t get the money, she would have to spend a night with him. At that moment, Luke was staring at her, continuously shaking his head, but the woman nodded and left. The outcome you two Masters probably guessed already; two days later, she returned as promised, without a single dime, walked into Big Head George’s room alone, and closed the door. She did what a woman could do, and perhaps only with her body could she save her husband’s life. In the middle of the night, she was carried out naked, without an inch of good skin left, bitten and bloody, completely unconscious, and upon seeing her like that, Luke went mad, screaming, wanting to rush over. Big Head George said that he respected Miss Wood for being a woman of deep emotion, so he only required three of his fingers. After the three fingers on his cheating hand were severed altogether, they were kicked out. That night, he held Miss Wood and walked a lap in Las Vegas, the blood from his severed fingers leaving a trail, and in the morning, they headed to the pier and left Las Vegas, never to be seen again..." After Tiger George finished this piece of history, the moisture in his eyes turned into tears, making his vision blurry.

"Getting older really doesn’t let you think about sad things, forgive me for that." He pulled a handkerchief out from his clothes, roughly wiped his tears, and continued to finish the story.

"You must be wondering why I, who liked Miss Wood, didn’t help her? There was no way to help; her man got into trouble because of cheating. If I had paid the money for her back then, then I, Tiger George, wouldn’t have been able to run a casino for the rest of my life, because behind every gambler is a story that evokes sympathy. So the rule here is not to help those who cheat and defraud. Our ancestors gave us a bowl of rice; we can’t just smash our own bowl, right?" After finishing the story, Tiger George’s gaze was extremely dim. Listening to such a story would already make one feel depressed, let alone having Tiger George who personally witnessed it.

Joshua Hughes could almost imagine the scene of that woman being carried out, and could also imagine Luke’s helplessness and pain. That child could be considered lucky to have survived like that.

"Does Luke have any contact with Master Tiger later on?" Joshua Hughes asked, as this was the most important question. From listening, it seemed that Luke didn’t have many friends, but he certainly had a little friendship with Tiger George, otherwise, he wouldn’t have come to him on the night he left.

"No, no one knows where they went." That’s something he always regretted, as Luke Harringtons was definitely an expert. If he hadn’t gotten greedy and lost his mind that time, he wouldn’t have fallen for Big Head George’s trap.

"Does Master Tiger have his photograph or something else?" Joshua Hughes had a headache; to change names and identities twenty years ago without computer records, and now trying to find someone was difficult, like searching for a needle in a haystack, as many places had already been torn down, and the records were nowhere to be found.

"No." Why would he keep Luke’s photograph? It was meaningless.

"Young Master Hallow, are you asking about Miss Gray’s three fingers getting cut off?" Tiger George turned his head to ask Atlas Hallow; today, it seemed these three fingers were quite connected.

He was able to thrive in a place like Las Vegas, naturally keeping an eye on all directions and ear to the ground, but he was still a little surprised to learn that Luna Miller was the sister of Atlas Hallow’s ex-wife.

Especially since Atlas was still with his ex-wife; reliable sources said that Atlas Hallow always wanted to remarry his ex-wife, so when his ex-wife’s sister got into trouble, he was bound to get involved.

But he didn’t directly mention the influx of hot money into the Hallow Clan, as Joshua Hughes was sitting there, and the hot money involved business; it wasn’t something he could freely discuss.

"That’s one thing, and the second is the source of the hot money flowing into the Hallow Clan." Atlas Hallow didn’t hide anything; after hearing such a tragic past, he felt that his own issues seemed trivial.

Catherine Wood must have been the bravest woman in the world. How much must she have loved Luke to resolutely walk into Big Head George’s room?

"Miss Gray’s three fingers getting severed seemed somewhat unwarranted. Although I wasn’t at the scene, I heard a little about it. She entered the casino with a young man, not to gamble, but just to give some advice on the side. However, for some reason, two cards were found on her, and knowing that carrying cards in a casino, especially when they related to the last hand, would naturally be considered as cheating, three fingers was the old rule. Why didn’t they ask for double the money in compensation? I’m not too sure." Fortunately, it didn’t happen in his casino, but if it had, such a thing wouldn’t have happened.

"As for the hot money in the Hallow Clan, perhaps Big Head George gathered some people together to do it. After all, too many people here needed to launder money." After Tiger George finished, he let out a long sigh, perhaps he was truly getting old, as he didn’t want to fight with his long-time adversary.

But today, with these two big shots coming to his place, Big Head George wouldn’t be able to think simply about it.

Suddenly, someone came in from outside, about to report something but paused when he saw there were people inside.

"Speak up, there’s no need to be reserved in front of the two Young Masters." Tiger George glanced coldly at his subordinate.

"There’s a female guest in the hall; she’s very strange. Oh, not just one; there are two people, but one is gambling while the other is watching." The subordinate, under Tiger George’s gaze, broke out in a cold sweat.

"How much have they won?" Seriously, someone who couldn’t handle the situation; was that sweat necessary? He wasn’t literally a tiger going to eat someone.

"About over a million." The subordinate stammered.

He almost turned green with anger: "We are running a casino; naturally, there are people who win. But what are you so nervous about over a million?"

"It’s not like that, Master Tiger. She wins at everything she plays. Ever since she came in, from slot machines to jackpots, she doesn’t seem to know how to gamble, as if it was her first time in a casino, but she’s doing very well, winning everything. We tried to play a bit, but couldn’t bring her down." The subordinate stammered even more now, having never seen someone like this person in his whole time at the casino. Her luck was unbelievably great, winning at everything, with high odds no less, making the most out of the smallest bets, a chance so slim yet she even won it.

"Master Tiger, she started with the smallest chip, but after over two hours, she never cashed out, and I’m worried that if this continues, it won’t just be a problem of over a million anymore." God knows how much more she had won since he came to report, and such unpredictability was rare. Watching the casino for so many years, he had never seen someone so harmless yet undeniably formidable.

"Is it really that strange? I’ll go take a look." Tiger George stood up, feeling oddly curious after listening to his subordinate. "Do you two want to tour my casino?"