Regret Came Too Late

The hill gleamed like something out of a fairy tale. At the entrance of the estate stood two massive lions made out of stone, and the whole place looked like an ancient castle with its gray bricks, dark tiles, and red walls.

Security was tight at the door. They checked everyone thoroughly and banned all dangerous items unless the owner gave special permission.

Grace had never set foot here before. After someone checked her credentials, they led her to the main outer hall. She spotted her target right away.

Brent's eyes were bloodshot from losing so many rounds of gambling. He was staring at the prize pool with whatever energy he had left. This outer area was for regular folks to gamble. Nobody really knew what went on in the higher levels.

Grace hung around near Brent and watched him quickly burn through his last chips, his gaze turning wild and desperate.

The place was pure chaos. Winners were hollering at the top of their lungs, losers were crying like the world had ended, and there were random bursts of noise everywhere.

But nobody dared start trouble. Security guards in black suits circled the room, and she heard that they were some of the toughest fighters around. This was definitely eye-opening for Grace since it was her first time in such a chaotic place. Having lost everything, Brent stumbled to the nearby bar. He bought several bottles of liquor and drank himself stupid.

Grace crouched down and tapped his face. She then used her card to book a small private room. After dragging him inside, she finally had some privacy.

Brent lay flat on the floor while snoring like a chainsaw. Grace wanted to ask security for some rope. She figured they'd say no, but surprisingly, the guard handed it over with one warning-no killing on the premises.

sense; she could do basically anything as long as she had enough money. She pointed at the passed-out man on the floor. "If I

out a tablet and checked some numbers. "He owes us

But since you're a top VIP here, Ms. Lambert, we

you need, free

just say she was a top

the clean-cut, handsome security guard, she couldn't help but chuckle. "What kind of services are we talking about? The legal

her way. "We offer both

usually went on in a place filled with people so obsessed with money and pleasure. Would they make these guards dress up in sexy costumes

pointed at Brent, sprawled behind her. "Take him to my car,

"Right this way."

She had no idea how many floors they went up to. Then,

handle anything you

and looked back. But the guard stayed

the one providing the