Stella grinned, took a sip from her thermos, and remarked, "This is the last time.

Keegan's got big dreams, and I won't let Dahlia mess them up.” After passing through Blake's hands, ten million came up two million short.

There was only one explanation: this guy was still hitting the tables.

Stella's hunch was spot-on; Blake had indeed returned to his old gambling habits.

Blake was already a regular at the casino, despite being banned before.

But in this world, rules and boundaries hardly mattered.

If you had the cash, doors swung wide open.

Getting into an underground casino wasn't easy; usually, you needed an introduction from someone in the know and had to go through a few hoops blindfolded.

But with Vermont leading the way, Stella, anewcomer, got in without a hitch.

Vermont was bold, ambitious, and loved a good gamble.

In his younger days, he rubbed shoulders with all kinds of people and was introduced to the world of gambling by his pals.

were no guaranteed winners in

and had to rely on Keegan for

tricks, learned to

it didn't last long before Keegan caught wind of

who had never laid a finger on him before, showed up one afternoon

still feel the

gambling could take; his grandfather died

meeting

gambling, no amount of wealth

too many lives destroyed by

he was always certain he wouldn't fall into

realize his apparent control over the winnings was

boasting about his wins with Keegan

Keegan's wake-up call snapped him out

he had steered clear of such places, only occasionally visiting with

connections and knew how to navigate

bringing a friend to teach someone a lesson, permission was quickly

blindfold came off,

mask and

their true face here, and

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