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 in the

even cover daily expenses and had to rely on Keegan

to quit while ahead, and made

before Keegan caught wind

him before,

this day, Vermont could still feel the tremble in his hand after

could take; his grandfather died enraged

feared meeting

gambling, no amount of wealth could

many

certain he wouldn't fall into the

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

boasting about

snapped

such places, only occasionally visiting

and knew how to

bringing a friend to teach someone a lesson,

off, the bright light

handed Stella a mask

face

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