###Chapter 642 Do Not Be Stingy With Your Love – Part 1

Why does that sound like love words?

Timothy Gates's laughter was heard in his ear. "My sister-in-law is here for this dog food. Why don't you try my 200 million worth of table and see how it feels!"

I couldn't help looking at Jordan Astley, mainly asking for help, because I couldn't play cards or even mahjong at all. I had never touched these things since I was a child.

Jordan Astley hooked his lips, pulled me up, and walked to the 200 million card table in Timothy Gates's mouth. I didn't know what he pressed, and there were a few more cards on the table, and six enchanting women came in, each carrying a pile of high red chips on trays. I don't quite understand.

Timothy Gates looked at me, picked an eyebrow, and said, "Little sister-in-law, how are you going to play?"

I looked helplessly at Jordan Astley, but without waiting for Jordan Astley to open his mouth, Timothy Gates said, "Little sister-in-law, you've been clinging to your man like this. He can't do anything else. I'm afraid your rich wife's life won't last much longer."

More or less, I heard from Timothy Gates's words that Jordan Astley had something to do in the casino, and he could see that Jordan Astley could not do anything else because of my appearance.

I pursed my lips, looked at Jordan, and said, "If you have anything to do, go ahead. I'll stay here by myself for a while."

He smiled and looked at Timothy Gates and said, "Kings in the corners is the easiest way to play." Then he looked at me and said, "Don't worry, your husband doesn't have much else but money."

"Fuck me!" Timothy Gates was short of swearing, "Then what about showing off your wealth?"

He raised his hand, and there were three invisible cards on both ends of the table. He looked at Jordan Astley and said, "Go ahead, give me your daughter-in-law, and promise to protect you!"

Jordan Astley smiled, gave me a shallow kiss on the face, and said, "Feel at ease and play. I'll be back in a minute."

I nodded. Although I wanted to ask him what he was up to, I stopped my voice and watched him leave the box. Timothy Gates looked at me and smiled and said, "Don't cry, I won't coax a woman. He said he'll be back in a minute. Just feel at ease."

Looking at him, I raised my eyebrows slightly and sank my voice, "Gambling is so boring, let's have something big!"

Hearing my voice, he was stupefied for about two seconds, and suddenly laughed, "What the fuck, little girl film two faces? Love you are very good at playing, interesting, come on, tell me, how do you want to play? "

"How about the Russian turntable?" I picked my eyebrows and squinted at him.

For a moment, all the men in the room cried out, with a very excited voice. Timothy Gates broke a mouthful and scolded, "I know that I underestimate you."

Looking at the woman standing by, she said, "Do you hear me? Bring it up according to our Mrs. Astley's request, and let's have some fun."

The two women nodded and went out in high heels not long after they came back with a big turntable on the table with dice on the turntable. Timothy Gates took it out and looked at me and said, "Tell me, how you want to play?"

I looked at the vulgar language on the turntable and said faintly, "Turn 7. If I lose, how about Jordan Astley gives you Astley's investments right in the middle of Las Vegas?"

He squinted slightly, his cynical face a little more serious, and his thin lips slightly open. "And what if I lose?"

I withdrew my eyes from the Russian turntable and said, "How about severing all cooperation with Kenneth Parks and letting him go back to Denmark as he came to Spain?"

He looked at me and his pupils contracted slightly. "I underestimate you!"

I didn't open my mouth. I just looked at him with an expressionless face, waiting for his decision. His dark eyes swept around the Russian turntable, raising the corners of his mouth and hooking his lips. "I have to say, this condition of yours is very interesting, very, very interesting!"

Then he raised his hand, snapped his fingers, looked at me, and said, "Let's play, but for the sake of being a woman, I can give you a good game."

I smiled, the wind was high and the clouds were light, "No, it's better to be fair!"

He raised his eyebrows, went to the other end of the poker table, and said, "Let's go!"

I went to the other side of the poker table, and he looked at me and said, "Ladies first!" By the way, I made a gesture of invitation, especially a gentleman.

Without being polite to him, I pressed the button in my hand slightly, and then the Russian turntable began to turn. I don't know how many laps the pointer went between ten numbers, and finally, as I expected, it was only on the number 7.

I smiled and looked at him and said, "Mr. Gates, I made you laugh."

He shrugged his shoulders and said calmly, "Does it looks like I'm going to lose? Some of them are the same!"

As he said that, he threw the card in his hand onto the pointer of the Russian turntable, which was played on the pointer, and then the pointer rotated rapidly. Before long, the pointer slowed down and stopped on the number 8.

For a moment, the people at the table could not help but sigh and seemed to regret the result, but Timothy Gates was not worried, just a pair of dark eyes looked at him at random, as if he didn't care about the final result at all. Two seconds later, the pointer fell back to the number 7 in the swing, and everything seemed incredible.

When he looked at me, he pretended to be sorry and said, "It fell on 7. It's a pity. Mrs. Astley, you almost won!"

I pursed my lips, looked lightly at the turntable, and suddenly realized that this game, no matter how decided, we will eventually draw. After all, he is the owner of this casino, and he is more relaxed than I am if he wants to play.

It seems that he doesn't want to talk to me at all!

I put down the card in my hand, sat back to my seat, looked at him faintly, raised my eyebrow, "Mr. Gates, aren't you going to talk with me?"

He threw himself over, sat on the poker table, and looked at me carelessly. "What are we talking about? Talk about love?"

He squinted at me and said, "Don't say, although you are old, you still look very interesting. I heard that Jordan Astley has suffered a lot and traveled to many places for you. True love is like you. Do you run away from him?"

I pursed my lips and ignored the disdain and mockery in his words.

He opened his mouth and said, "It seems that you don't want to talk to me very much."

He picked his eyebrows, did not deny it, and acquiesced.

Such being the case, I naturally won't ask for boredom, so I just don't open my mouth and sit down quietly and wait for Jordan Astley.

Just a few seconds later, I suddenly realized that something was wrong. I stood up abruptly and rushed out of the box. Timothy Gates followed me and told me to stop, but my action was suddenly and fast, so he naturally failed to catch up.

In the hall, everything seemed to be normal as when we came in, even people were normal, but my sudden appearance caught the eyes of several people who were originally leisurely playing mahjong.