My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 518

"I've agreed to play, but I should be the one to decide what to bet on. Since you're the Goddess of Gamblers, you wouldn't mind me picking, would you?" Chuck said.

Yvette had translated the comments from the onlookers to him. He didn't really care about what they said.

He could gamble with her. However, he knew that other than his good hearing, he didn't have any other skills that would help him win.

"Sure, as long as it's a bet," Natasha laughed.

As a pro gambler, she was well versed in anything that was related to gambling. Even if Chuck was the one who decided on what game to bet on, the outcome would still be the same. She would still end up winning back all the money he had won.

She would go ahead and entertain his request. She only hoped that it would be a fun one.

"Alright, let's play dice then," Chuck said.

His ears would be useful if they played this.

"No problem. Get me the dice!" Natasha smirked. Was this man mad? Why would he pick a simple dice game like this? She was a pro at this!

He was going to lose for sure!

The crowd that was invested in them before had suddenly lost their interest after hearing Chuck's proposal. Was he trying to dig his own grave?

Playing a simple dice game with the Goddess of Gamblers? Only a fool would make that suggestion!

Any other card game would literally be better than dice shaking!

This game depended greatly on skill, which he didn't seem to even possess.

How did someone like this win eight billion dollars just now?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Eventually, a dealer came over with the dice.

"How are we playing the game? How much do you wanna play for?" Chuck asked.

"Don't you have nearly nine billion dollars now? I will bet six billion with you! If you win two out of three games, I will give you six billion. If you lose, then you'll have to pay me six billion dollars!" Natasha said with a sneer.

"That's a bit too much, isn't it?" Chuck muttered lowly. Couldn't they just play for five hundred million per game?

Winning two out of three rounds was a test of psyche!

Yvette was worried. The bet was indeed huge.

Betty on the other hand didn't feel much of anything. After all, she had witnessed how Karen gambled before.

"That's right. Why, are you refusing now?" Natasha smirked. Chuck had fallen hook, line and sinker for the bet. He couldn't possibly step down from this now.

She would never allow him to back out at this point.

It was impossible.

"Why would I refuse?" Chuck scoffed. He didn't care either way. The money he was betting with wasn't his own anyways.

"Alright then. Let's begin!"

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"Hold on a minute. We haven't agreed on the rules of the game yet. Let's make a guess each time: either big or small," Chuck said.

He couldn't play dice with her. Being a pro gambler, who knew what sort of tricks she had up her sleeves?

He would never be able to beat her.

Chuck did not have the skills to do it.

"Alright. I'll leave it up to you then," she said. The outcome would still be the same to her.

"You, come and shake the dice!" Natasha pointed to a beautiful dealer nearby.

Soon enough, the dealer made her way over.

"Hubby, I'll go shake the dice," Yvette suggested. She was afraid that the casino dealer would play tricks on the dice so she volunteered to do it instead.

"Who the hell knows how stuff like that works around here?" Yvette thought. "Alright... Hey, hold on, my wife here wants to shake the dice," Chuck said loudly.

"No problem," Natasha answered, unbothered.

The onlookers were disappointed with Chuck's decisions. No matter how he much tried to change the rules, they knew that he would still be defeated in the end.

He was playing up against Natasha after all.

"Hubby, I believe in you! You got this!" Yvette quietly cheered for him.

"I will. I'll give the money to you if I win this," Chuck said.

"I don't want it. Keep it for yourself, go on!" Yvette shook her head and walked towards the table's centre to shake the cup of dice.

"I will start shaking, and then you and my husband have to make a guess," Yvette stared at Natasha as she said.

Natasha didn't expect Blood Leopard to be so well spoken. But what was the use anyways? Anyone who broke the rules of the killer organisation must die.

"Sure," she agreed. She had no objections and couldn't wait to win this.

Soon enough, Yvette began to shake the dice. Chuck listened to the dice rattling attentively until she stopped.

Chuck contemplated a few moments at that.

Yvette looked at him with a hint of worry. Her eyes were silently encouraging him. "Big!" Came a yell.

There was a smug smile on Natasha's face as she said that. She had already known what the dice were displaying the moment Yvette stopped shaking the cup.

This was too simple. It was the basic skill of every pro gambler.

"Hubby, what about you?" Yvette looked at Chuck.

"I bet on big as well," said Chuck.

The onlookers guffawed in laughter immediately and started to voice out their opinions.

"Oh My God, it's the same as what she said. Does he not feel ashamed?!"

"Right?! How can people like that exist?"

"I'm leaving, I can't stand to look at him anymore!"

"Why are you following my call? If both of us are right, how do we decide who's the winner?" Natasha jeered.

Chuck fell silent at that. He knew he wasn't fast enough to keep up with her, she was a pro after all.

"Forget it then, I'll go for small," Chuck said eventually.

Natasha smirked at him at that.

"Hubby, are you sure?" Yvette asked, worried. She couldn't tell what was inside the cup, so she didn't know who was right or wrong.

"Uh-huh," he nodded.

"Then I'll open it," said Yvette as she opened up the cup. Looking down at the dice, her husband had guessed wrong.

Natasha smiled proudly at that. This was too easy! The crowd started to chatter amongst themselves again.

"I knew it. How could he compete with the Goddess of Gamblers? He must be mad!"

"That's for sure. Not anyone can just bet against her!"

They all looked down on Chuck. He had only been a bit lucky just now. In no time, he was going to lose all the money he won and return them to the casino.

Chuck's determination did not waver one bit.

"Hubby, it's okay," Yvette said, trying to comfort him. Chuck's first guess had been right after all. He was just not as fast compared to Natasha.

He nodded in acknowledgement at Yvette's reassurance.

"So, shall we continue?"

"Yes, let's move on," Chuck said. His attention was now completely focused on the dice cup.

Yvette began to shake for the second round and then stopped.

Right as the cup stopped shaking, Natasha already had the answer at the tip of her tongue. With a smile, she called out, "Big!"

Yvette was particularly anxious now. This woman sounded so confident in her answer. Was she going to win again?

Wouldn't that mean Chuck had lost? "Well, I have no choice then. I can only go for 'small'," Chuck said, feeling dejected.

He didn't have enough experience to beat Natasha, he was sure. He had determined that it was 'big' as well but she had beaten him to it.

Yvette's eyes filled with worry. Did her husband really lose again?

"Open it. I think this man will lose for sure," Natasha said confidently.

The crowd cheered.

Yvette's hands were cold and clammy. She didn't want her husband to lose, but it's not like she could do anything to stop this.

"Open it," Natasha urged on.

"It's alright, Honey. Just open it," Chuck said flatly.

Yvette nodded and conceded.

She was disappointed to see that Natasha was right.

They were playing for the best of three so there was no third round. She looked at Chuck with gentle eyes, trying to reassure him. After all, he was playing against the Goddess of Gamblers.

"As expected, he lost! How anticlimactic, he lost so quickly!" Someone said.

"Of course, he was up against a pro gambler after all!"

The crowd was openly mocking Chuck now. Previously, they were envious of him because he had won so much money in such a short time. How the mighty have fallen! In the end, he still had to return all that money anyway.

The fat man from before was laughing merrily now. "Serves that punk right!" He thought.

Yvette walked over and said, "I'm sorry, Hubby. I couldn't help you..."

"It's alright," Chuck smiled.

He didn't expect to lose so quickly.

But it didn't matter. Most of the money he betted with wasn't his own anyway.

"Young Master, it's okay. It was just a little money," Betty said, trying to comfort him as well. He could easily get billions of dollars via a single call to Karen if he wanted to.

After all, he was Karen's only son.

"I know," Chuck felt at ease. It wasn't a big deal but he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. If his hearing had been a little better and faster, he knew he could've won the game.

It was a pity that Natasha was too fast and more experienced compared to him.

"Take these chips then," Chuck said, willing to admit his loss. Natasha immediately ordered her subordinates to collect the chips. She then smiled and started to taunt him, "Sir, you can continue on if you want. You're not going to quit just because you've lost a little money now, are you?"

Chuck eyed her and asked, "Are you going to come bet with me again after I win a few more games?"

"Oh, that won't be necessary, Sir. Please, you can continue betting with me," she smirked. She was going to milk his pockets dry.

"Eager now, are we? Come on then, let me have a go," A voice spoke up from outside, surprising Chuck. His mother was here!