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

daily expenses and had to rely on Keegan for food

learned to quit while ahead, and made

didn't last long before Keegan

never laid a finger on him before, showed up

feel the tremble in his

gambling could take; his grandfather died

meeting the

by gambling, no amount of wealth could

many lives

he was always certain he wouldn't fall into the same

his apparent control over the winnings

boasting about his wins with Keegan hinted

Keegan's wake-up call snapped him out of

clear of such places, only

and knew

he was bringing a friend to teach someone

off, the bright

a mask and whispered,

one shows their true face

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