"Wow, that's amazing!" The only person who could act so annoying around Pra Walton right now was Jiang Hai.
And more importantly, in Pra Walton's heart, the only man who could annoy her like this was Jiang Hai.
"Of course! You should know who I am," Pra Walton said, smiling sweetly as if she'd just tasted honey, clearly pleased by Jiang Hai's praise.
Looking at her charming smile and bright, captivating eyes, the men who had been harboring all kinds of improper thoughts about her felt their hearts shatter. Especially the middle-aged man sitting across from her...
"Tsk, tsk, I'm really no good at this game," Jiang Hai said with a playful smirk, smacking his lips. "I only have $10,000 left from the $100,000 I started with." He pulled out his last chip.
"If you want to keep playing, take mine too," Pra Walton said generously, handing over her remaining chips to Jiang Hai.
"Pretty boy! King of gigolos!" The men around them cursed Jiang Hai bitterly in their hearts when they saw Pra Walton's gesture.
"Forget it, I'm done playing," Jiang Hai said, waving it off. "I heard Du Famen's men say he's gambling in the VIP box. I'm thinking of checking it out. Want to come with me?" he asked Pra Walton.
At his words, many people around them couldn't help but stiffen. The VIP boxes weren't places just anyone could enter.
Although Jiang Hai didn't look particularly wealthy, the fact that he had access to a VIP room stunned the crowd. Instantly, many of the hostile gazes disappeared.
Even the middle-aged man opposite Pra Walton quickly masked his expression. Before he knew exactly who Jiang Hai was, he didn't dare to make a move.
"Okay!" Pra Walton replied with a bright smile. She signaled the dealer to cash out, and moments later, the dealer handed her a check for $170,000. As for Jiang Hai, he kept his last $10,000 chip — he said he wanted it as a souvenir.
Together, they followed Du Famen's men toward the VIP area.
As the two figures disappeared, the people at the table resumed their games, whispering among themselves. Few of them knew who Jiang Hai and Pra Walton really were. Although Pra Walton had been here before, she almost never appeared on the main floor.
After all, the little princess of the Walmart Group wouldn't normally mingle with the common crowd. Most of the time, she went straight to the private rooms for business or private games. Occasionally, if she was outside, it was just to accompany a girlfriend for a couple of low-key rounds before leaving.
Today was different.
It was normal for the managers at Caesar Palace to recognize her, but most ordinary guests had no idea who she was.
Regardless of the gossip outside, Jiang Hai and Pra Walton had already crossed into the private rooms.
The security there was much tighter than in the public hall. They had to go through a metal detector like at an airport, and security also inspected any bags. Luckily, Jiang Hai was used to such procedures from his time in China. Pra Walton hadn't brought much — no handbag, no wallet — just her phone and light fruit makeup. After all, she was with Jiang Hai, and knew he could handle anything. Carrying a wallet would just be troublesome.
Once they passed the checks, Du Famen's people led them to a private hall.
After a quick knock and getting permission, the man opened the door and ushered them inside.
The room was luxurious, with golden walls and a massive gambling table at the center. A dealer stood ready, and four players sat around: a white man, a black man, an Asian man, and Jiang Hai's "friend," Du Famen.
Jiang Hai was shocked by the sight in front of him.
In the public areas, chips came in all sizes, even as small as one dollar. On the table he had played at earlier, the smallest chip was $500.
Here?
The smallest chip was $100,000.
Each player had at least 1,000 chips stacked in front of them — that's $100 million each.
Playing cards at this level was truly insane.
Jiang Hai had $100 million, sure, but if he ever gambled it away like this, he'd have to be crazy. He could lose sleep for weeks trying to recover it — maybe even go hunting for shipwrecks again.
Besides, after the last batch of salvage maps he purchased, he'd already retrieved most of the worthwhile wrecks. The ones left were either too small or inconveniently located — like off Cuba or Colombia. Risky areas where he couldn't guarantee safety.
In short, Jiang Hai wasn't eager to gamble away his fortune.
"Hey, Jiang! You finally made it. Want to join us?" Du Famen called out with a wide smile after spotting him. He nodded politely at Pra Walton but didn't engage her directly — clearly recognizing her and knowing better than to push his luck.
After all, anyone from the upper echelons of American society would know Pra Walton. The little princess of the Walton family, now the head of Sam's Club, had a reputation: not for her personal life, but for her sharp and unpredictable personality. Her ability was unquestionable, and with the world's largest business empire behind her, she didn't need to curry favor with anyone.
Most wealthy heirs were warned by their families: don't mess with her.
If Pra Walton didn't acknowledge you first, you kept your distance — as Du Famen was wisely doing.
"Forget it. My money isn't meant to be thrown away," Jiang Hai said, shaking his head. "I'm really not into gambling."
He was being completely honest. Losing $90,000 out of $100,000 was one thing; losing $90 million out of $100 million would be another story entirely.
"Oh, that's too bad," Du Famen said with a chuckle, then turned back to his game.
Jiang Hai and Pra Walton found seats behind him, casually watching the action.
When Pra Walton sat down, the black man and the white man both nodded politely to her — but, like Du Famen, they didn't start any conversation. They clearly recognized her too.
However, the Asian man reacted differently.
When he saw Jiang Hai, his expression was full of disdain and mockery. But when his gaze landed on Pra Walton, his eyes lit up with surprise and a flash of desire. Clearly, he didn't recognize either of them.
Even after Pra Walton sat down, the man's lecherous gaze lingered on her, making Jiang Hai frown in irritation.
But before Jiang Hai could speak up, the black man at the table snapped at the Asian man, "Hey, kid! Are you playing cards or just gawking?"
The Asian boy smiled awkwardly and quickly turned his attention back to the table.
"It's your turn. What's your move?" the white man said, knocking lightly on the table, his tone full of disdain.
A flicker of anger flashed across the Asian boy's face, but he quickly swallowed it down. After all, this was the United States — not his home turf.
He forced a smile and tossed ten chips onto the table — a casual bet of $1 million.
As he placed his bet, he stole another glance at Pra Walton, clearly smitten.
No one else batted an eye at the amount. After all, at this table, a million dollars was pocket change.
The dealer continued dealing. They were playing ******** — a more intense and complex version of traditional stud poker, a favorite among high-stakes gamblers.
The players moved quickly, each round costing another million dollars. After two cards in the first round, three in the second, and one in the third, four cards were now laid out.
Based on the open cards, it was easy to guess everyone's hand.
Du Famen's cards were scattered. If he got lucky with his final card, he might scrape together a flush — but even that wasn't particularly strong in ********.
After a brief hesitation, he folded.
As he laid down his cards, the Asian boy laughed and leaned in, ready to say something...
(To be continued.)