Hope Williams raised a brow at Asher Ross, "Oh, really?"
The dice cup was lifted...
One second, ten seconds, twenty seconds...
"Ahhhhh... What is that?"
"Oh my god!"
"Am I seeing this right?"
"Five, six, six—seventeen! Oh my god! Hope, you won!"
"Hope, you're amazing! You actually won!"
"This is impossible!" Asher Ross's triumphant smile froze instantly. He slammed his hands on the table, staring at the three dice, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
Five, six, six—just one point short of Asher's bet on a Perfect Trio. Yet, the outcome of the game was crystal-clear.
The dice totaled seventeen points, with odds of fifty to one.
In other words, Asher's twenty-five billion had to be multiplied by fifty and paid to Hope Williams.
Twenty-five billion times fifty...
An astronomical figure…
Hope rested her chin in her hand, smiling brightly as she looked at Asher Ross's face transform from smugness to sheer terror. "Asher, you've lost!"
