Forbidden Passion

Chapter 337 Is She a Devil?

Phoebe walked in alone, and the bodyguards in the shadows immediately eyed her suspiciously. She headed straight to the gambling table where yesterday's video was taken. The same dealer was there. She leaned against the table and placed her bets casually, winning every time, whether she bet high or low.

The gambling house knew how to set people up. They let you win first, making you feel unbeatable, so you'd fall right into their trap.

Seeing her win several rounds, someone nearby started following her bets. Just as the dealer was about to deal, Phoebe leaned in and whispered something to him. The dealer's hand shook, and he looked at her in shock.

Phoebe smiled innocently. "Deal the cards."

The dealer turned pale but said, "I'll deal!" and dealt the cards. Phoebe won again.

At that moment, a large group of people in ragged clothes poured in through the entrance. Despite their appearance, they headed straight for Phoebe's table. The security guards tried to drive them away, but there were too many, and they were fearless.

"We have money for chips," a gaunt middle-aged man said, holding up cash.

These people, living at the bottom of society, decided to take a big gamble, hoping to change their lives.

The gambling house, running a legitimate business, couldn't openly act against them. The floor manager pressed the intercom to ask the boss for instructions. Upstairs, a masked man watched the chaos with interest. He had underestimated Phoebe. He had heard her threats through the dealer's earpiece earlier.

Yesterday, he had been careless and left her with leverage. He remembered the professor's assessment of her: Phoebe was the kind of person who, given a lever, could move the earth. And the masked man had given her a lever. Now, he wanted to see how she'd use this motley crew to challenge his gambling house.

Phoebe stood aside, watching. The gambling house wouldn't turn away customers. If you had money to gamble, you were a VIP.

notorious scoundrels, gave

the floor manager, who was probably asking for instructions. She looked up at the third floor and locked eyes with the masked man through a darkened pane of glass. The masked

gestured to the bodyguards, who dispersed back into

plan was successful.

table, not acknowledging Phoebe or even looking

placed, the crowd followed. Whenever

games, enough to accommodate a couple hundred people. Hearing Phoebe's table's cheers, people started gathering around. Seeing them win every time, they also began placing bets. At first, not many bet, thinking they were shills.

deserted, and everyone gathered

face. In a short time, the gambling house had

masked man figured out Phoebe's plan and

being handed out, he knew how much they

He had miscalculated!

so

teeth and said,

ran downstairs and hurried to the table. There were so many people that he couldn't get through, so he spoke to the dealer through the intercom, "The boss wants to invite Phoebe upstairs." The dealer's face was as white as a sheet. His mental defenses had collapsed. This was the

was terrifying

people and then over a hundred

and said, "Ma'am, our boss would

the rule in Starfall City. As long as there's one customer left,

looking at Phoebe's smile and thinking, 'Is she