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 slammed her foot at him, kicking

melee, George swiftly cleared a path, shielding Isabelle. “Stay put,

Isabelle

stood before Isabelle,

located the concealled button beneath the gambling table.

in combat. Spitting blood, he retrieved a gun, aiming

with a punch. The manager, gun trained on George, commanded, “You,

two o’clock.”

down,” Isabelle warned.

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grazed George’s shoulder. The ricochet struck the manager’s

blood.

lunged, booting him through the casino’s entrance, where he crashed

the badge embedded on the wall, inspecting it briefly before returning it to

said, “We still have our chips to cash

I fetch the manager?”

interjected, “We’ll handle

situation, George remarked,

to reimburse them, actively retrieving the funds differed from conventional

image? Mine’s not worth much. I’ll

isn’t pristine either,”

proceeded to the cashier, ready

the opposite side of the street, Dylan sat in his car with Jack, their gazes locked, when suddenly Jack let out a bark directed

across and noticed a

probably Ms.

go awry again? Did they cleaned out the casino with their

no way either of them are going to lose

“Woof, woof, woof.”

weaved through the crowd, his shiny gold dog tag