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

daily expenses and had to rely on Keegan

tricks, learned to quit while ahead, and made some modest

it didn't last long before Keegan caught wind of

laid a finger on him before, showed up

could still feel the tremble in his

knew firsthand the toll gambling could take; his grandfather died

feared meeting

no amount of wealth

seen too many lives

always certain he wouldn't fall

he didn't realize his apparent control over the

arrogance and disdain when boasting about his wins with

snapped him out of

clear of such places, only occasionally visiting

and knew how to navigate

was bringing a friend to teach someone a lesson, permission was quickly

the blindfold came off, the bright light

handed Stella a mask

face here, and no electronics

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