?Chapter 718:


    The thought struck Bleacher like a bolt from the blue. He couldn’t help but imagine a dramatic tale unfolding, one where his boss and Nate found themselves at odds over a woman—a fierce rivalry with all the trappings of a love triangle.


    “What do you think, Bleacher? Will she win or lose this round?” Hell’snguid voice pulled him from his thoughts.


    Snapping back to reality, Bleacher nced at the monitor disying Corrine’s hand.


    A ten and a nine.


    She was a mere whisker away from disaster. If she took another card, she was almost certain to lose.


    Her opponent, Larry, had two tens—just one more point than Corrine.


    “I guess… she’ll lose,” Bleacher muttered, his words hanging in the air with uncertainty.


    Hell chuckled, a sound like soft thunder, and a knowing smile yed at the corners of his lips. “She’s no ordinary woman.”


    As the words left his mouth, the dealer’s voice came through the monitor, asking, “Miss Hond, would you like another card?”


    Corrine’s fingers, delicate and poised, tapped a rhythmic pattern on the table. She lifted her eyes, meeting the dealer’s gaze with a slight tilt of her head.


    “Hit me.”


    The words fell from her lips like a challenge, and across the table, Larry felt a cold shiver run down his spine. A sense of dread settled over him as he locked his eyes on Corrine.


    The final card arrived, and the moment of truth was upon them. The once-boisterous casino hall fell into an eerie silence. Every breath was held, every gaze fixed, as the room awaited the oue of Corrine’s gamble.


    Larry was the first to reveal his hand.


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    Two tens—twenty points, a solid total. It was good, but not unbeatable. To triumph, Corrine needed a perfect score of twenty-one.


    The tension in the room was palpable, everyone silently rooting for or against her.


    Slowly, Corrine turned over her cards.


    The first: a ten. The second: a nine. The third: a two.


    Exactly twenty-one points.


    The silence shattered like ss, and the room erupted into a collective gasp.


    “Who would’ve thought she’d get so lucky?” someone murmured in disbelief.


    “Her nerve is something to be admired,” another voice added, filled with awe.


    With a total of neen from her first two cards, most would have faltered. Few would dare risk the final card, gambling away everything on the turn of a single card.


    But Corrine had done the unthinkable.


    Larry, realizing his defeat, mmed his fist onto the table, his face turning crimson with fury. “Damn it! How dare you cheat right under my nose! Do you even know who I am?”


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