Chapter 65 Narrow Path in the Casino

"The Dragon Gang? What's that?" Curiosity filled Elena's voice.

Timothy casually held onto the steering wheel and said, "It's a terrorist organization involved in arms smuggling, drug trafficking, human trafficking, and illicit trade of cultural relics. Their members are spread across Asia and Europe. They are fearless cult members."

"There's really such an underground organization? Doesn't the military do anything about it?"

"Their headquarters are not in the country, and their members are highly secretive. The military can't find them even if they want to. I unintentionally stumbled upon some leads back then, and the leader of the Dragon Gang imprisoned me. Fortunately, my father paid a hundred million dollars in ransom, or else I wouldn't be sitting here chatting with you."

"Wow! Do they still bother you?"

Timothy shrugged. “They don’t have the guts to come to the UK. After all, I’m a lawyer, and the police are watching. Don’t worry, you’re absolutely safe here.”

Elena chuckled sweetly. "I'm not that timid. Terrorists are still human beings, and they definitely won't come after me for no reason. After all, I don't have any value!"

Timothy glanced at Elena with a faint gaze. It seemed like she didn't know anything. Just as he had anticipated, Hassan had never revealed his secrets to her.

Although this girl was charming, she was still a woman. Perhaps Hassan made the right decision by not disclosing anything to her in advance.

Hassan only saw her as a plaything and never intended to truly regard her as his own.

"We've arrived. Let's get off!"

Timothy parked the car, casually turned his head, and noticed that the black Rolls-Royce had also stopped at a nearby parking spot.

Timothy chuckled disdainfully. Their surveillance skills were truly pathetic!

"Master, do you think he noticed us?" Nabil parked the car and asked Hassan.

Hassan's dark gaze fixed on the flashing neon sign in the distance. "The World."

The most famous underground casino in the UK, also one of Timothy's businesses. Why did he bring Elena here?

"Was I tailing him? I'm just here to gamble," Hassan said sarcastically, his voice low.

Passing through the entrance of The World, Timothy calmly led Elena inside. A well-dressed middle-aged man immediately approached them, bowing respectfully. But before he could say anything, he was silenced by a glance from Timothy.

"Sir, Miss, please come in."

This was a relatively high-end and large-scale casino, frequented by wealthy men in tailored suits, with curvaceous bikini-clad dealers bustling around.

Elena looked on curiously. Suddenly, her mind flashed back to her first experience at the underground auction, causing her to shudder involuntarily.

Elena wasn't quite accustomed to this extravagant lifestyle. As they walked, her ears were filled with electronic music.

She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched by a pair of sharp eyes. She was constantly looking everywhere, but she didn't see the person she was worried about.

“It's strange. Why does it feel like Hassan is right behind me?” she thought.

Hassan must still be in S City. He would never have anticipated that she would come to the UK to evade that tyrant. She felt a wave of relief.

"What are you looking at?" Timothy asked with concern.

Elena shook her head and said, "I... I just realized that my outfit doesn't match the atmosphere here!"

"Don't worry about that. This place is meant for service and entertaining the public. You're a guest now, and guests are treated with respect no matter what they wear."

Timothy was a very eloquent man. His words made Elena feel extremely comfortable.

"Come on, let's play!"

Timothy pulled Elena to a gambling table and asked a server for a stack of chips, placing them in front of Elena.

"I don't know how to play this!"

"It's alright! Just pick a random number and place your bet. Gambling doesn't require skill, it's all about luck."

"I… I..." Elena had never gambled before. She casually glanced at the chips in her hand. They were worth tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands dollars! She became nervous and thought that even selling herself wouldn't be enough for a single bet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, bets are closing."

Timothy handed a stack of chips to Elena and randomly placed a bet on a number.

Before Elena had a chance to regret, the roulette wheel started spinning.

Wide-eyed and extremely nervous, Elena focused on the pile of chips where she placed her bet. Mentally calculating the numbers on top, she realized it amounted to a staggering $200,000! She had only made $2,000 during her month-long internship, and even if she saved every penny without eating or drinking, it would take her ten years to accumulate $200,000. This meant that if she lost, she would have to work tirelessly to repay Timothy, that too without interest.

She was still in an anxious state when the roulette wheel came to a halt. The pointer on the slot machine pointed directly at Elena's bet. Joyful music filled the air.

What was happening?

The dealer placed a stack of chips in front of Elena, mixed with her own chips, and pushed them towards her.

"Congratulations, miss! You won!" said the handsome dealer with a smile.

Elena stared at the heap of gleaming chips before her. It was all money!

"Well done, you've won $200,000. Care to try again?"

"$200,000? Oh my, I actually won $200,000?"

As Elena cheered in excitement, Timothy's eyes briefly revealed a deep and mysterious darkness.

It seemed that this woman's appetite was small, indicating that Hassan hadn't given her much money after all.

"Indeed! You can go to the cashier's desk and convert these chips into cash. But it's still early now, let's continue playing!"

Elena really wanted to cash out. With this money, her mother could enjoy a period of stability. However, leaving like this would dampen Timothy's spirits.

"Alright then, let's play some more!"

Under Timothy's guidance, Elena explored various gambling equipment in the casino, both electronic and manual, with each game offering a thrilling and unique experience. Except for a few losses, Elena was mostly winning.

By the end, she could no longer carry the chips. Timothy had to call two waiters to assist Elena with them.

It was almost midnight now. Noticing the time, Timothy finally stopped.

"Alright, we've played enough for today. You should go to bed. If you like, you can come again tomorrow. Staying up late isn't good for a girl's health."

Timothy's thoughtfulness deeply moved Elena.

"Okay, okay! Let me count how many chips I have!"

"Miss, we've counted them for you. They are a total of 1.8 million. If you need to exchange them for cash, we can do so directly and have bodyguards escort you home. Alternatively, you can choose to deposit the money in a bank account or exchange it for gold bars."

"1.8 million dollars?" Elena's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Ah, no, $1 million is Mr. Robinson's capital. I only need $500,000, and the rest can go to Mr. Robinson!"

With a smile, Timothy said, "Give Miss Walker two million dollars. Transfer it all to her bank card."

"Two million dollars? No, no, I only need five hundred thousand dollars. The rest is your money. I don't want it!"

"It's okay. Consider this my recognition of you as my sister. Use it to buy yourself some beautiful clothes!"

"No, really, I don't need it. I can't spend that much money on clothes."

"Elena, let this be the compensation from the Robinson family to your mother! Please accept it!"

Timothy insisted Elena to take it, but Elena didn't want to be greedy with such a large sum. As long as Timothy could be so kind, she was content. She saw the five hundred thousand dollars she won as just good luck.

"No, I really don't need it. I only want the five hundred thousand dollars. It's the result of my own luck."

"You're a fool. With your luck, just being able to walk out of this casino is good enough, let alone wanting to win money. It's just a joke."

A low, mocking voice sounded, and Elena suddenly turned around.

A tall figure dressed in black walked steadily towards her.

Hassan's incredibly handsome face appeared in her sight. Although Timothy had a delicate appearance, a noble temperament, and a slender figure, as soon as Hassan appeared, Timothy paled in comparison.

Hassan's innate noble aura made it impossible to look directly at him.

"Elena, I never thought you would stoop so low as to sell your body for a living!"

Elena's face flushed with anger. "Bastard, what did you say? I didn't sell my body. I won this money."

"Do you even know how to gamble?" Hassan tauntingly asked.

Elena stuttered, "Of course not, but I'm lucky. I won every time!"

"Yes, you are lucky! That's because you have the god of wealth by your side. Just think about it, the Robinson family's young master is playing with a woman in his own casino. Who would dare let him lose money?"

Elena's confidence wavered. It felt like she had been exposed. She looked up at Timothy and asked, "Is this casino yours?"

Timothy smiled and remained silent. He then looked at Hassan and asked, "What brings Mr. Al-Farouk here?"

Hassan didn't even bother to look at him. His gaze was fixed on Elena's face. Seeing the redness and swelling on her face, the anger in his heart churned.

"Isn't it obvious? Since it's a casino, people come here to gamble!"

"Rami, prepare a VIP room for Mr. Al-Farouk! I'll take the responsibility today. Whatever he loses will be on me, and if he wins, he can take it all." Timothy generously said, preparing to leave with Elena.

Hassan sneered twice and stepped in front of Timothy.

"I'm not short of money, but since I'm here, you can't just leave like that."

"There's no reason to leave."

Timothy saw a provocation in Hassan's eyes and didn't want to back down in front of Elena.

"Alright, then I'll accompany Mr. Al-Farouk today!" Timothy's words were noticeably heated.