Chapter 37 Elena's Incident
Upon hearing this, Rodney's lips trembled, his expression changing rapidly mirroring his conflicting emotions, reaching a point of extreme nervousness.
He strode quickly to James, his expression excited, leading everyone to believe he was about to scold James in anger. However, the next moment, he made a surprising move that left everyone astonished!
He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of James, then hugged James' thigh, extremely excited, and exclaimed, "Gambling God! You are the true Gambling God! Please take me as your disciple!"
Everyone was left utterly dumbfounded, including the young lady in the adjacent room, whose expressions took on a peculiar quality.
The sudden turn of events was too swift.
Just moments ago, they were relentlessly mocking James, and now Rodney was kneeling before James, seeking to become his apprentice. The scene was utterly unexpected, even somewhat comical.
"Cody, did you see how he changed Isabel's 6 of Diamonds?" The young lady gazed at James on the screen, inquiring.
"Lady, I couldn't discern how he did it. This person is a master," James replied.
"What about the rest of you?" the young lady asked turning to the others.
"We also couldn't figure it out," they replied.
"This is intriguing. Skilled in gambling, adept at sleight of hand, and possessing a composed demeanor, he is a promising individual," the young lady's eyes sparkled with interest as she spoke.
Cody, a middle-aged man, asked softly, "Young lady, should I call him over?"
The room fell into a hush as the young lady delicately tapped the armrest, the only sound being the soft tapping of her fingers.
Her gaze flickered briefly, then she shook her head gently, saying, "It's not the right time yet."
"What about the other individuals? How should they be dealt with?" Cody asked softly again, bowing humbly at a sixty-degree angle.
She replied, "Let them go. They are just a bunch of clowns."
The young lady stood up, her cigarette burning halfway, deciding not to smoke further.
With a single glance, Cody immediately knelt before her, offering his hands, and she casually extinguished her cigarette on Cody's palm. Cody endured the pain without even blinking.
She instructed, "I'll be heading back now. You take care of things here. When I return next time, I don't want to see a repeat of today's events."
The young lady's tone was calm, yet it sent shivers down the spines of everyone present, prompting them to hurriedly respond, "Yes, young lady!"
On James' end, he naturally did not agree to Rodney's request. He kicked Rodney away and left with Carlos.
Rodney and the others were filled with regret, their faces turning pale. Rodney watched James leave the gambling area and slapped himself hard.
Carlos praised, "Damn, James, you've been hiding your skills well! So, you're the real Gambling God!"
Coming out of the Little Las Vegas establishment, Carlos was flushed with excitement.
Shaking his head, James said, "What kind of Gambling God am I? Just a bit lucky, that's all."
"Come on, you're pretending!" Carlos pushed James and insisted, saying, "Clearly, you changed her cards. Your skill level is unbeatable! You're way better than that trash Rodney, who even wanted to be your disciple.
"How did you do it? You were far away from her; how did you change her cards? Damn! I know, you have psychic abilities, right? So awesome!"
Carlos jumped up, his gaze intensely fixed on James, making James feel uncomfortable.
Rolling his eyes, James replied impatiently, "Nonsense. I just got lucky and happened to catch her making a mistake with the cards. By the way, don't forget what you promised me. Stop gambling in the future; it will ruin you."
Realizing he almost forgot, Carlos quickly took out his phone, expressing gratitude as he said, "I almost forgot; I still haven't transferred the remaining two hundred thousand to you."
James questioned, "Carlos, what are you doing?"
"I'm Transferring money to you!" Carlos said earnestly, "You won all this money on your own; how could I take it from you?"
James smiled gently and reminded him, "Don't bother transferring it, just keep it. This money was meant for you to win anyway. Just listen to me and stop gambling in the future."
"How can I do that?" Carlos shook his head firmly refusing, and said, "As your brother, I can't take your money! I'll take back the eighty thousand I lost, and I'll transfer the rest to your bank account. Damn, there's a limit, I'll withdraw cash for you tomorrow."
Carlos was resolute in his stance, insisting on transferring the money to James. Unable to persuade him otherwise, James reluctantly agreed to accept a maximum of one million, to which Carlos reluctantly consented.
Afterward, Carlos invited James to go to a bar together, but James declined and went home alone.
Realizing he hadn't eaten dinner yet that day, he grabbed a quick meal at a nearby restaurant before heading home.
Upon returning home, he took a shower and was about to go to bed when suddenly his phone rang. Checking it, he saw it was a call from Elena.
Curious, as it was nearly ten o'clock, James wondered why Elena was calling him. Considering how long they had been acquainted, Elena had never called him before, mindful of the rumors that could arise due to their close relationship.
After a moment of contemplation, James answered the call, "Hello, Elena, do you need something?"
There was no sound on the other end of the line, only heavy breathing.
James immediately sensed something was amiss!
The breathing he heard was definitely not Elena's.
"Who are you? How did Elena's phone end up with you?" James asked in a stern voice.
Soon, a man's voice came from the phone, "Who am I? You just beat me up yesterday, and you've already forgotten my voice today?"
The voice belonged to Ernest!
"What do you want?" James said coldly.
Ernest spoke in a chilling tone, "I have no ulterior motives; I just miss you a little and wanted to ask you for a meet-up. Of course, you don't have to come unless you never want to see Elena again!"
At that moment, Elena's excited voice came through the phone, "James, please don't come! Ernest is after you; he brought... mmm..."
Before she could finish her sentence, someone covered Elena's mouth, indicating there were others present besides Ernest.
"I'll give you ten minutes. If you don't show up in front of me in ten minutes, hmm, then you won't be seeing Elena again!" he threatened.
As James listened to the busy tone on the phone, his gaze turned icy. He was angry; Ernest's actions had crossed a line for him.
He and Elena have a pure and wholesome relationship as neighbors; he just can't tolerate Ernest's beast-like actions.
Seeing Elena with a handprint on her face, trembling in fear, ignited a raging fury within him.
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