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.

few rounds, George began to grasp the game’s nuances, so Isabelle let him off

couldn’t match Isabelle’s precision, a fifty percent chance

reliable.

bet they placed seemed to turn to gold,

as arbiters of fortune, winning every bet they

Isabelle had her

placed all his chips at once, opting for

the other gamblers cautiously nudged their chips forward, mirroring George’s modest bet.

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subtle exchange of glances between the dealer and his assistant hinted at something clandestine.

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hovered over

the numbers from two, two, four to five, five, five.

George remained oblivious. However, the dealer and his assistant’s covert

won in the end. That was what gambling

operators would cheat.

reveal the dice, Isabelle interjected in Fleoburgian.

“A moment, please.”

intuition tingled with a sense of foreboding at Isabelle’s sudden intervention.

his gaze now fixed on Isabelle, tension tightening his

the room swivelled towards Isabelle, awaiting her response.

to George, Isabelle instructed, “Bet on

on triples, where all three dice displayed the same number,

dealer’s a

her cue,

among

none. Moreover, the rule stipulated that once a bet was placed, it couldn’t

that,

dealer, seeking to maintain order, reiterated, “Once your bet’s down, it stays.

in Fleoburgian, countered nonchalantly, “So, you can cheat, but we can’t tweak

“The dealer cheated?”

glances, hastily