William looked at the place where the shouts came from. Before he could take a closer look, he saw a guy wearing sunglasses say arrogantly, "Come on, come on, I'll take all your bets today. I'm the God of Luck, Alan Bell, on this table today."
Seeing that William was staring at the guy wearing sunglasses, Jesse introduced him in a low voice, "Mr. Devonshire, that gentleman is Mr. Tony Stark. He's a regular here. If you think the hall is noisy, we can go to the private room. There are many customers playing poker there."
Haha, the beautiful housekeeper was good with words, but it didn't matter. He hadn't seen Tony Stark, who was only 31 years old. He smiled and waved at Jesse, indicating that it didn't matter.
As soon as he approached the table, many people recognized William, who had recently become popular. Several girls even covered their mouths and exclaimed, "William?"
Tony, who was in a good mood, saw that the girl beside him was looking at William like a fangirl, and he felt unhappy. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Hey, kid, have you reached the age to play cards? This is the world of adults."
"Hmm." William suddenly remembered that he wasn't 21 yet. According to the rules here, he couldn't place a bet. This made William feel a little helpless. He just wanted to earn some pocket money from Tony, but he couldn't do anything if he couldn't place a bet.
Stark looked at the depressed William and said with a smile, "Go home and sleep, little guy from England. If your mother finds out, she might beat you. Bye-bye. Remember to drink a glass of milk before going to bed. It's good for your health."
Many people around laughed. Stark said like he was shooing away flies, "If you can't play, go away. Don't get in the way of me winning money, kid."
William finally knew how cheap Tony's mouth was. William was about to say that at least he had a mother, and someone was an orphan.
But when he thought of the word "mother", William held back.
The two of them didn't have that much of a grudge against each other. Although they quarreled, it was too vicious to talk about other people's elders. So William looked at the dice in Stark's hand and said, "Some people are even more childish than I am. I stopped playing this kind of baby game when I was five.
Sigh, it's really too low-level. All I do is throw it out and take it back. Throw it out again and take it back again. I'd better go watch my performance. Hanging out with some people might lower my IQ. "
After that, he looked at the dice in Stark's hand and shook his head. His expression was as annoying as it could get.
Tony Stark looked at the dice in his hand and then at the teasing William. He knew that William was trying to change the topic, but William was right. The dice had been thrown out and then taken back. He couldn't refute that.
The people around them looked at William and then at Stark. God, these two people were really interesting. Stark called William a brat, and William called Stark a baby.
After a few seconds of silence, the audience all roared with laughter.
Many people who had been scared by Stark to the point of vomiting blood cheered loudly. "Good job, William. Stark is a retarded baby. He's so excited to play dice that he's shouting like an idiot."
The conceited Stark was annoyed that he had been scared back. Seeing that William was about to leave, he thought that William seemed to be blessed by the god of luck today. He rolled his eyes and hurriedly said, "Wait, brat. How about we play something more interesting?"
William stopped and turned to look at Stark.
"Since you say it's childish, it won't be childish if it's $10 million per round."
When he said that, the people around couldn't help but gasp.
William still shook his head. "I don't play this kind of stupid game with a baby. Go home and play with your little secretary.
Maybe she'll look at you with admiration and say, 'Wow, Stark, you're amazing. You're so good at dice.' Then she'll coax you to sleep. Of course, she'll definitely pour you a glass of milk. "
"Hahaha." This time, everyone who heard William's words laughed. A few people who were drinking directly spat out their wine. From time to time, the sound of coughing and laughing could be heard, making it hard to breathe.
These people had seen it for themselves today. They didn't expect that William Devonshire, who they thought was a good boy, could be so ruthless when he was scared.
The laughter of the people around made Stark blush. He stared at William fiercely, but at least there was no drama. Although Stark's head of bodyguards, Happy, was also angry, he didn't order the other bodyguards to beat up William.
Instead, he pulled Stark aside and whispered something in his ear. Stark quickly calmed down. "Well, boy, you've pissed me off. Now I'm sure you're here to pick a fight. Tell me, how do you want to play? I'll make you realize your mistake today. Don't mess with people who are stronger than you."
William ignored Stark's boasting. He knew that Stark's IQ was among the top, but so what? William didn't think he would lose to Stark when it came to cards.
He asked Jesse, who was next to him, "I'm not 21 years old yet. Is there any way for me to play with Stark?"
Jesse, who had worked in Caesar's Palace for five or six years, had encountered this kind of thing too many times. He answered without thinking, "The rule is that you can't bet. However, if the money you two bet is not in the city where Caesar's Palace is located, but in another city or country where it is allowed, then it's not a violation.
However, if the other party doesn't keep their word, we can't help you get the money back. You'll have to deal with it yourself. "
Before William could speak, Stark, who had heard Jesse's idea, said, "Very well, let's do it. Who am I? I'm Tony Stark, a super-rich man with a net worth of 32 billion US dollars. Boy, I'm the one who should be worried. However, if you go back on your word, I promise you won't be able to do anything in this country in the future."
William smiled and said, "Hey, someone is in a hurry to give me money. I'd be embarrassed if I didn't accept it. Let's go, baby Stark."
This time, Stark finally couldn't hold back his words. "F * ck, you English brat."
After that, he ignored William and said to the manager of the Caesar's Palace Hall who had rushed over, "Take me to the VIP room. Don't let that brat run away."
"No problem, Mr. Stark," the hall manager said, nodding and bowing.
Then he went to William and bowed to apologize, "I'm sorry, Mr. Devonshire. It's our hotel's dereliction of duty to let you encounter this kind of thing.
In order to express our apology, you can come to our hotel in the future. We won't charge you any accommodation or food fees. You can stay in any room you want for as long as you want. I promise that our hotel will treat you as our most distinguished customer in the future. "
"Haha, do I look like someone who needs your accommodation fee? Well, someone is waiting to give me money. Lead the way. "After that, he smiled and looked at Stark, who was waiting for him not far away.
This made Stark regret looking back at William. This time, he really walked to the VIP room without looking back.
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