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.

went to the slums, found the most notorious scoundrels, gave them some money, and had

eyes with the masked

and gestured to the bodyguards, who dispersed

her plan was successful. The next step was to

slums gathered around the table, not acknowledging Phoebe

crowd followed. Whenever they

and 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. But as they grew bolder,

the other tables were deserted, and everyone gathered around Phoebe's table, betting whatever

grew paler, and cold sweat dripped down his face. In a short

masked man figured out

chips being handed out, he knew how much they

He had miscalculated!

so highly. He had truly underestimated

masked man gritted his teeth

the intercom, "The boss wants to invite

terrifying to

and then over a hundred to gather

with trembling eyes and said, "Ma'am, our boss would like to

Keep dealing. I remember the rule in Starfall City. As

Phoebe's smile and thinking, 'Is she