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    He was a casino host.


    “ckjack.” Corrine gave him a sidelong nce.


    “Right this way,” the man said, gesturing for her to follow.


    They walked to a ckjack table, where he courteously pulled out a chair for her. As she sat, Corrine scanned the room.


    The table was popted exclusively by women, each apanied by a handsome host, and even the dealer looked like he’d stepped out of a fashion magazine.


    At tables designated for male patrons, women with model-like figures served aspanions.


    Corrine smiled subtly, amused by the arrangement.


    Jonathan certainly understood human nature.


    The dealer’s hands froze for a moment when his eyes met Corrine’s striking face.


    The casino weed all kinds of people, but rarely did anyone possess a beauty that could rival the boss himself.


    The casino host beside Corrine patiently exined the ckjack rules, then nodded to the dealer to begin the game.


    In ckjack, the goal was to get the cards as close to twenty-one as possible. The closer the total, the better the odds of winning.


    “Two million,” Corrine dered, pushing her chips forward.


    A hush fell over the group. Eyes widened, followed by exchanged nces and smirks.


    Another bold neer, they assumed.


    Yet, whether through sheer luck or the missteps of others, Corrine won the round.


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    In the games that followed, fortune continued to favor Corrine. She won hand after hand, and her growing stack of chips drew envious looks from the crowd.


    Before long, the other yers at the table had lost everything.


    “This is outrageous!” a woman wearing an oversized gold ne snapped at Corrine. “You must be cheating!”


    Her usation instantly captured everyone’s attention.


    Cheating was a serious offense in any casino.


    “You’ll need evidence to support that im,” Corrine said calmly, resting her chin in her hand while toying with a million-dor chip.


    “Stop pretending!” the woman shot back, ring fiercely. “You’ve been the only one winning since you sat down. If that’s not cheating, what is? We demand a search!”


    “She’s right,” someone added. “Without proof, no one’s going to believe you didn’t cheat. A search is necessary.”


    “Yes, search her!” another chimed in.


    “I agree. She does seem suspicious!” someone else eximed.


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