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    Meanwhile, a staff member in the surveince room shifted his gaze from the monitor to Bleacher, who was lounging on a sofa, and urgently reported, “We’ve got a situation in the casino!”


    “Let’s see who’s causing trouble,” Bleacher muttered, a cigarette dangling from his lips. When he recognized Corrine on the monitor, he groaned. “Oh no, not her again.”


    He vividly remembered Corrine’s formidable takedown of eight opponents.


    “Do you know her?” the staff member asked, curious.


    Bleacher didn’t answer, lost in thought.


    Despite his years of loyalty to Jonathan, he still couldn’t understand his boss’s feelings toward Corrine.


    Jonathan had the power to im her if he wanted, yet he allowed her to stay with Nate.


    If he wasn’t interested, why did he remember her birthday and send her such a valuable gift?


    “See what’s going on down there,” Bleacher ordered, making up his mind. “I’ll inform the boss.”


    With that, he hurried to the second floor.


    Inside the office, Bleacher’s sudden entrance made Jonathan’s face darken.


    “Knock before you enter. Have you forgotten protocol?” Jonathan snapped.


    Bleacher’s heart skipped a beat. He opened his mouth to exin but paused upon seeing Nate in the room. “Someone’s causing trouble downstairs,” he reported respectfully. “Would you like to handle it personally?” He thought the hint was obvious, but Jonathan remained indifferent.


    “If I have to handle everything myself, what’s the point of keeping you around?” Jonathan replied, his tone ice-cold.


    Bleacher fell silent, uncertain how to proceed.


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    He was well aware of Corrine’s rtionship with Nate and the tension between Nate and Jonathan.


    Nate had arrived at the casino with authority, but his intentions remained hidden. If he found Corrine there, things could spiral out of control.


    Just then, a guard burst in. “It’s bad! A fight has broken out!”


    Jonathan nced at Nate, who sat on the sofa wearing a mysterious smile. Then he turned to Bleacher with an icy gaze.


    “Well, why are you still standing here?” he demanded. “Go deal with it!”


    “Yes, sir!” Bleacher responded, hurrying out the door.


    “Jonathan, your establishment is certainly lively today,” Nate remarked as soon as the door closed.


    Though his tone was casual, the sarcasm was unmistakable.


    Jonathan clenched his jaw, embarrassed that Nate had witnessed the chaos. He silently vowed to deal with the troublemaker personallyter.


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