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

picked up some tricks, learned to quit while ahead, and made some

before Keegan

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

could still feel the tremble in his

take; his grandfather died

feared meeting

no

seen too many lives destroyed

always certain he wouldn't fall into the

realize his apparent control over

his arrogance and disdain when boasting about his wins with

Keegan's wake-up call snapped him out

of such places, only

had connections and knew how to

he told the casino boss he was bringing a friend to teach someone a lesson, permission

blindfold came off,

Stella a mask

face

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