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

his lowest, he couldn't even cover daily expenses and had

he picked up some tricks, learned to quit while ahead,

long before Keegan caught wind of

laid a finger on him before, showed up one afternoon and gave

Vermont could still feel the tremble in

the toll gambling could take;

meeting the

no amount of

many lives destroyed

he was always certain he wouldn't fall into the same

he didn't realize his apparent control over the winnings was just a

and disdain when boasting about his wins with Keegan hinted at his

wake-up call snapped him

had steered clear of such places, only occasionally visiting with clients for

had connections and knew how to navigate

the casino boss he was bringing a friend to teach someone a lesson, permission

blindfold came off, the bright light blinded

a mask and

face here, and no

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