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    “Miss, is ten thousand enough?” a staff member asked, sizing her up with a polite, practiced smile.


    Corrine weighed the chips in her hand, her expression impassive. “Enough,” she replied.


    She then moved through the grand hall, observing thevish surroundings before settling at a ckjack table. The rules of ckjack were straightforward: yers took turns drawing cards, adding up their points, and deciding whether to risk drawing more.


    Reaching 21 was the goal, but exceeding it meant certain defeat. If no one at the table went over 21, the highest total would win. At its core, the game was all about luck.


    Soon enough, two cards were dealt to Corrine. Without a second nce, she pushed all her chips forward. “All in!”


    The moment Corrine’s words hit the air, all eyes turned to her.


    It wasn’t just her words thatmanded attention, but her face—striking, almost ethereal in its beauty. However, the crowd was far from impressed. Disdain rippled through the air like a cold wind. One voice broke the silence with a sneer. “Hey,dy, this isn’t your stage to perform. Why don’t youe over here, and I’ll cover your losses?”


    A second voice piped in with mockingughter, “Larry, aren’t you a bit too long in the tooth to be bothering her?”


    Amid their jeers, Corrine remained a picture of calm, her expression betraying no sign that she had heard a word.


    The crowd, realizing their teasing had no effect, eventually fell silent.


    After two rounds of gambling, Corrine had not only avoided the pitfalls of losing everything, but she had turned her modest stack of ten thousand chips into a veritable fortune.


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    This spectacle did not escape the watchful eyes of those in the surveince room.


    “Search her,” Bleacher ordered, gesturing to the man dressed in ck beside him.


    Just as the man made a move, the voice of the blonde man seated on the sofa cut through the tension.


    “What’s the rush?”


    Bleacher shot a quick 100k at Hell.


    The man on the sofa, his long legs draped casually over the edge of the table, twirled a ring on his finger with the kind of nonchnce that suggested he had all the time in the world. His amber eyes glinted with a spark of amusement.


    “Send someone to keep an eye on her. Just in case someone gets any funny ideas.”


    It wasn’t unheard of for people in a casino to do foolish things driven by desperation or envy.


    Bleacher was momentarily caught off guard.


    Why did it feel as though his boss had developed… an interest in this woman? Could it be that Hell had taken a liking to Nate’s woman?


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