Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 304 Sore Loser

“Hey, what’s the big idea? Why can’t we see the result? Oh, are you feeling guilty?”

“You guys really cheated? D’mmit, and I lost so much money here! We’re telling the Duke!

“We’re going to see the result whether you like it or not!”

Amid the ruckus of gamblers, a sizable throng had gathered, drawn by the spectacle.

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Accompanied by his entourage, the casino manager approached George, stating, “Our boss would like a word with you both.”

George’s response was direct, “Planning to bribe us, or intending harm?”

Even the most naive could discern their intentions. While many knew these two would never show up in this casino again, George’s directness was a novelty.

The manager’s smile carried an icy edge as he replied, “He just wants to be friends with you.”

With a composed demeanour, George retrieved a chip from Isabelle, urging, “Before that, let’s settle our

dues.”

In a decisive move, he flung the chip onto the dice cup, upsetting it.

To the astonishment of all, the dice displayed triple fives, prompting the crowd’s outcry, “They’re cheating, the girl called it right!”

Tension thickened, swirling with chaos.

Unfazed by the turmoil, the manager, backed by influential figures, remained stoic. Their confidence in their patrons‘ support was unshaken, even amid public scrutiny.

With a stern visage, the manager commanded his lackeys, “Escort these guests upstairs.”

broke his wrist in a sickening spin and

path, shielding Isabelle. “Stay put,

worried Isabelle might

stood

the concealled

prowess in combat. Spitting blood, he retrieved a gun, aiming it at George. “You Ardon

a punch. The manager, gun

two o’clock.”

down,” Isabelle warned.

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a metal badge grazed George’s shoulder.

blood.

lunged, booting

embedded on the wall, inspecting it briefly before returning it to Isabelle. Extending a hand to her, he said, “Let’s get out

still have our chips to cash in.”

asked, “Should I fetch the

Isabelle interjected, “We’ll handle it ourselves.”

situation, George remarked, “This is technically robbery.”

duty to reimburse them, actively retrieving the

about your image? Mine’s not worth much.

reputation in Taragon City isn’t

they proceeded to the cashier, ready

the street, Dylan sat in his car with Jack, their gazes locked, when suddenly Jack let out a bark directed at the casino nearby.

and noticed a gathering at

probably Ms.

cleaned out the casino with their winnings and they couldn’t pay, so Ms. Jenkins

no way either of them are going to lose

“Woof, woof, woof.”

gold dog tag