Richard Turner sighed, “On the first day I actually won, I won a full fifty thousand taels...”

“If they didn’t let you win, would you have kept gambling? What did you lose on? You really dare to play!” Ethan Brooks glared at him.

Richard Turner didn’t dare talk back, muttering, “Didn’t you lose a hundred thousand taels just last month? I just lost a bit more than you, and you’re still lecturing me...”

“What’s the point of saying all that. Hey, I mean, it’s just a mere one hundred and fifty thousand taels, David Turner, it’s not like you can’t afford to lose that, so why come to me crying for help?” Ethan Brooks suddenly remembered, you really can’t judge these guys by common sense—they’re all classic prodigal sons! “Even your old man wouldn’t beat you to death over a mere one hundred and fifty thousand taels, right? It’s not like you haven’t lost that much before...”

“But, but I ran out of money later on. I said I’d go home to get more, but Michael Thompson egged me on, saying everyone was tired, and if I left, the game would break up; so I gritted my teeth and...” Richard Turner looked pitifully at Ethan Brooks, full of deep regret.

“And then what?” Ethan Brooks suddenly had a bad feeling.

“Can’t lose face in front of others... I got anxious... so I put up my jade pendant and sword as collateral, bet thirty thousand taels, thinking I’d win it back quickly, but... but... I lost those too.” Richard Turner looked miserable, wanting to say more but stopping.

“You call that not losing face! I remember your sword is that famous blade ‘Blowing Snow’ your father bought at a high price, right? That’s a legendary weapon that can cut through iron like mud! And your top-quality warm jade pendant, I remember those two cost a million taels together, right? And you only bet thirty thousand taels for both? Even a fire sale wouldn’t be that bad!” Ethan Brooks was speechless. This guy... really knows how to squander money!

“What else could I do? I was stuck! And somehow, my mind just went blank...” Richard Turner mumbled.

“Even if you lost those two, you said it was collateral, you could just redeem them later. Your father dotes on you, at most he’d scold you a bit, he wouldn’t kill you, right? Your family’s loaded! A million or so taels, would you really care?!” Ethan Brooks snorted.

“Easy for you to say, those are treasures! Of course I wanted to win them back on the spot!” Richard Turner was a bit indignant. “You know my old man’s family rules, you saw it last time... that’s enough to skin a person alive!”

“So you kept gambling? What did you bet this time? You’ve got plenty of valuables, but nothing worth a million or so taels!” Ethan Brooks was experienced, especially with gamblers’ psychology. This fat guy must have bet something he absolutely shouldn’t have, otherwise he wouldn’t be so desperate.

“Yeah, I really didn’t have anything valuable left on me. In the end... I got desperate... I, I, I... I bet my wife...” Richard Turner looked utterly miserable, as if he wanted to die from regret. “That’s my fiancée, and we’re not even married yet.”

“What?” Emily gasped from the side, her beautiful big eyes staring at Richard Turner in disbelief, with a hint of disgust deep in her gaze! She complained inwardly: Young master finally started to improve, and now these good-for-nothing friends show up again!

“What? You bet your wife? And you brought her with you?” Ethan Brooks nearly fell out of his chair, almost fainting from shock! This was unbelievable!

Richard Turner’s fiancée wasn’t just his wife—she was the daughter of Sun Chenghe, the Vice Minister of Justice, a true lady from a prestigious family! If this got out, it would be a huge joke.

The son of the Minister of Revenue gambles away the daughter of the Vice Minister of Justice... If word got out, the old master of the Tang family would skin this fat guy alive and use his fat for an oil lamp!

“I... I didn’t bring her...” Richard Turner was about to cry. “But I wrote an IOU, using her as collateral for a million taels... black and white, it’s all written down... and I signed it...”

“Pig! You’re just a pig!” The daughter of the Vice Minister of Justice, the daughter-in-law of the Minister of Revenue—something that concerns the reputation and future of two great families! And you only used her as collateral for a million taels! Ethan Brooks was so angry he laughed. “And you even signed it! ...So what about the million taels?”

“Lost... lost that too...” Richard Turner collapsed to the ground, wailing, making the floor tremble. “They said if I don’t bring one and a half million taels within three hours, they don’t want the money or the person, they’ll just make the IOU public...”

“Damn!” Ethan Brooks was speechless. “How did it become one and a half million taels? Wasn’t it a million?”

“That... that was the condition for giving me three hours’ grace...” Richard Turner sobbed, “Third Young Master, you have to save me, I... I’ve got nowhere else to turn.”

“Save you? How am I supposed to save you? Where would I get that much silver?” Ethan Brooks flatly refused. What a joke—guys like this, I couldn’t kill them all if I tried, and you want me to fork out money to help a gambler like you? Not a chance, even if I had it, I wouldn’t lend it!