Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 303 Veteran Gambler

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Isabelle remarked, “Listen a bit more, and you’ll pick it up.”

Unconcerned about the outcome, George casually pushed half of his chips forward, betting on big.

Their presence had already drawn the attention of the casino, with other players migrating to their table.

Observing George’s bold move, the dealer’s tension spiked, followed by some of the other gamblers who mirrored his bet.

The dealer made the move.

George looked at the dice three, four, six, totaling thirteen – Isabelle’s call, “big, proved accurate.

Impressed. George marvelled, “Is there anything you can’t do?”

With a touch of confidence, Isabelle replied. “There’s nothing I can’t do, bro.”

“You’re calling me bro?”

George chuckled, reminiscing about their last trip to Alcott, where an airport attendant mistook them for siblings.

“Come on, bro. Place your bets,” said Isabelle.

Evidently, she was playfully testing him.

George proposed, “Care to try again?”

Isabelle confidently stated, “Two, three, three, totaling eight small,”

Her predictions were uncannily accurate, a relief that Dylan wasn’t present to witness, as it would surely astonish him.

And then he’d follow the bets to make some cash.

to grasp the game’s nuances, so Isabelle let him

fifty percent chance

reliable.

bet they placed seemed to turn

arbiters of fortune, winning every bet they

had her fill

all his chips at once, opting for ‘small, signalling

other gamblers cautiously nudged their chips forward, mirroring George’s

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between the dealer and his assistant

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with a seemingly innocent gesture, the dealer’s hand hovered over the table, discreetly grazing

dice rattled within the cup, their fateful roll transforming the numbers from two, two, four to five,

and his assistant’s covert interaction didn’t escape his notice, prompting a

end. That was what gambling meant. With

operators would cheat.

to reveal the dice, Isabelle

“A moment, please.”

intuition tingled with a sense of foreboding at

froze mid–motion, his gaze now fixed on Isabelle, tension tightening his frame. “Is something amiss?”

the room swivelled towards Isabelle, awaiting

George, Isabelle instructed, “Bet

the conventional bets, players could also wager on triples, where all three dice displayed the same number, albeit with low

dealer’s a sore

from prying ears, George, understanding her cue, boldly

among the

slim to none. Moreover, the

knew that, of

dealer, seeking to maintain order, reiterated, “Once your

“So, you can cheat, but we can’t

“The dealer cheated?”

gamblers exchanged incredulous glances, hastily