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

his lowest, he couldn't even cover daily expenses and had to

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

it didn't last long before Keegan caught wind of

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

Vermont could still feel the tremble in his hand after Keegan's

could take; his grandfather died enraged by

meeting the same

gripped by gambling, no

many lives

he wouldn't fall

his apparent control over

disdain when boasting about his wins with Keegan hinted at

snapped him out

he had steered clear of such places,

and knew

bringing a friend to teach someone a lesson,

off, the

Stella a mask and whispered, "Put this

shows their true face here, and no electronics

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