Mr. Samson's gross words made Tristan's expression very gloomy.
Yuri grabbed the chips thrown by Mr. Samson. "Are you the only one with money? Who cares?"
Mr. Samson was not angry when he saw Yuri's reaction. He had seen a lot of women like this, and they always pretended to be arrogant in front of others, but as long as the money was in place, they were obedient like dogs.
Mr. Samson liked the feeling of using money to subdue a proud woman in front of others. In this way, behind the scenes, these women would be more well-behaved.
"Two hundred is not enough? So tell me a number."
Mr. Samson said, throwing another 200 chips and then one after another in front of Yuri.
Soon, all five thousand chips were thrown in front of Yuri.
Yuri's face was livid, and she didn't speak.
"You don't say. You are quite expensive." Mr. Samson sneered and waved for the waiter, "Come here. Bring me 20 thousand chips."