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.

the most notorious scoundrels, gave

instructions. She looked up at the third floor and locked eyes with the masked man through a darkened pane of glass. The masked man said, "Play along with her. I want to

intercom and gestured to the bodyguards, who

plan was successful. The next step was to bring the guy hiding upstairs

the slums gathered around the table, not acknowledging Phoebe or even looking

crowd followed. Whenever they won, they cheered

every time, they also began placing

other tables were deserted, and everyone gathered around

paler, and cold sweat dripped down his face. In a short time, the gambling house had suffered

man figured out Phoebe's

handed out, he knew how much they had lost in just

He had miscalculated!

the professor praised her so highly. He had truly underestimated

masked man gritted his teeth

intercom, "The boss wants to invite Phoebe upstairs." The dealer's face was as

terrifying to

people and then over a hundred

eyes and said, "Ma'am, our boss would like to invite you

yet. Keep dealing. I remember the rule in

trembled, looking at Phoebe's smile and thinking,