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 the

expenses and had to rely on Keegan for food

tricks, learned to quit while ahead, and made some

last long before Keegan caught wind of

him before, showed up one

day, Vermont could still feel the tremble in

firsthand the toll gambling could take; his grandfather died enraged

feared meeting the same

gambling, no amount of

too many lives destroyed by

he wouldn't fall into the

then, he didn't realize his apparent control over the

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

call snapped him

had steered clear of such places, only occasionally visiting

had connections and knew how to navigate both

boss he was bringing a

came off, the bright light

mask and whispered,

face here, and no electronics

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