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.”

wrist in a sickening spin and slammed her foot at him, kicking him down to

path, shielding Isabelle. “Stay put, I’ve got this,” he

worried Isabelle

stood before Isabelle,

located the concealled button

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

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

two o’clock.”

Isabelle

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badge grazed George’s shoulder. The

blood.

recoiled. Before he could retaliate, George lunged, booting him

briefly before returning it to Isabelle. Extending

still have our chips to cash in.”

“Should I fetch

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

George remarked, “This

reimburse them,

retorted, “Worried about your image? Mine’s not worth much.

Taragon City isn’t pristine either,” George admitted.

the cashier, ready to reap

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

glanced across and noticed a

probably Ms.

something go awry again? Did they cleaned out the casino with their winnings and they couldn’t pay, so Ms. Jenkins started a fight?

no way either of them are going to lose the

“Woof, woof, woof.”

weaved through the crowd, his shiny gold dog tag catching everyone’s attention,