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

couldn't even cover daily expenses and

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

before Keegan caught wind

never laid a finger on him before,

feel the tremble in his

knew firsthand the toll gambling could take; his grandfather died

meeting the same

by gambling, no amount of wealth could

too many lives

always certain he wouldn't fall into the

he didn't realize his apparent control over the

disdain when boasting about his wins with Keegan hinted

wake-up call snapped him

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

and knew how to

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

blindfold came off, the bright light blinded

a mask

one shows their true face here,

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