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

cover daily expenses and

learned to

didn't last long before

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

this day, Vermont could still feel the tremble in

take; his grandfather died enraged by

feared meeting

no amount of wealth

too many lives destroyed

he wouldn't fall into the same

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

and disdain when boasting about his

snapped him out

then, he had steered clear of such places,

connections and knew how

a friend

came off, the bright light blinded

handed Stella a mask

face here, and no

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