Normally, he was easy to deal with, but with Fiona in the room-the real boss behind it all—no one dared step out of line.

Everyone stood stiffly in the private lounge, barely breathing.

A manager hurried in, keeping his voice low. “Uh, Ms. Fiona, there's a bit of a scene outside. Some guests are complaining the club feels empty today.”

Fiona didn't even glance up. "Tell them we're closed for the day. Give everyone who already showed up a ten percent discount."

The manager hesitated. “There's one guy who won't take it. He's insisting on a full refund for his membership."

Before he could finish, Fiona looked directly at the waiting attendant. “Who is it? Which family's spoiled brat is making trouble?”

"It's Carson. The Kidd family's youngest."

Fiona's lips curled into a sly smile. She hadn't even planned to go after Carson yet, but here he was, serving himself up.

"How much cash does he have with us?"

answered carefully, "He's put in thirty thousand total. He's got twelve grand left

eyes cold and amused. When she heard the number, she let out a sharp laugh and

bother showing your face. A real trust fund kid wouldn't embarrass himself with thirty grand. Around here, the serious players drop at least

never seen anyone this bold

to Fiona, so no one dared question

couldn't help but smile-a five hundred thousand transfer, just like that. Carson really couldn't stand being looked down on. A few words and he caved, desperate

Kidd family's current situation, Carson's spending was reckless. That half a million was likely one of the last bits of cash the Kidds had left. If the family found out, they'd tear

In a family that obsessed

anyone he wants tonight. As

and right after, Johnny was dragged

to the floor. "Talk.

was practically

ever saw her

to show

demand the surveillance tapes,

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