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.

no guaranteed winners

couldn't even cover daily expenses and had

tricks, learned to quit while ahead,

didn't last long before Keegan caught wind

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

still feel the tremble in his hand after

gambling could take;

meeting the

no

seen too many lives destroyed by

certain he

control

arrogance and disdain when boasting about his wins with Keegan

Keegan's wake-up call snapped him

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

had connections and knew how to navigate

told the casino boss he was bringing a friend

came off, the

a mask and whispered, "Put this

face here, and no

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