Invincible Heir

Still gambling?! Terry the old fart! Baron frowned slightly.

Gamblers were extremely hateful. For his kind of people, there would be only one ending, and this ending would not look happy.

“It seems that some extraordinary methods must be used to get him out of gambling addiction.” Baron said suddenly.

“Do you have a good way?”

Tracy asked quickly when he heard the words.

To Tracy, her farther was never such a person, even if he stayed at home all day and had nothing to do, he would never go to that kind of place.

Now he didn't even return home, and Sherry didn’t give a care about him and just watched her TV all day long.

“I need your cooperation in this matter, so that's it ..."

After thinking about it for a while, Baron spoke out his plan.

“Doing this will not cause any trouble, will it?” Tracy looked worried.

"Don't worry, with me, nothing will happen.” Baron looked confident.

Leaving Lara to Yuri for night care, Baron and Tracy left the Peak Hotel.

In almost twenty minutes, the two arrived at the King Club.

King Club, the top club across the entire Cona, owned various entertainment venues. But its poker room on the top floor, was the most attractive spot.

“We are going to the top floor!”

Baron took Tracy to the front desk and said straightforwardly.

“With all due respect, sir. Your name?” said the front desk respectfully. “Tonight, the top floor is member only.”

Baron threw out a credit card and simply said, “It's okay if we want to be your members, right?”

The manager was shocked, when he saw the card with black back and golden frame. He his attitude changed several times for the better, with a professional smile on his face, “Sir, allow me to introduce our ranking system of memberships..."

"Shut up. I want the best. For both of us. And keep your mouth shut."

The manager was interrupted by Baron, then he smiled in silence immediately.

top floor kept privacy for the big guys. All people who wanted to enter, had to pass a certain

was the best means for making sure

membership cards were processed,

Fingerprint verification, identity check, and

know you are rich. Even though, you can't waste your

the manager walked them to the top floor,

smiled, “As long as it helps me to go home

as they got out of the elevator, they were stopped by a table full of masks.

said to Tracy, “You find Dad first, I'll be

"Good!"

nothing

spacious hall, there were many

had to admit that King Club was running very well. Many high-end gamblers came here just for the club’s precaution on protecting identifications. Plus the

real revenue of King Club came from the

are

soon as Tracy entered the room, she heard a

over, wearing a beige dress.

dress, a pair of light coffee-colored high heels under her feet, and a layer of light makeup

“Where is my dad?”

greet her

“Come with me. "

knew that Tracy was in no mood of catching up. So she took Tracy to

a shaggy beard, his eyes flushed with bloodshot, and he was still

been days, are you still not

deck of cards, and Tracy’s

almost fell to the ground, his face was a little flustered,

to bring

couldn't help crying when she saw Terry like

his hair was messy. He lost

do you want to continue or not? Get out if you don't play. Don’t waste

riche with a thick gold chain around

Who said I’m quitting?” Terry

Tracy, he tossed a few chips on

playing and come

to

furious, holding a card in one hand, and pushing Tracy away with the other, and said