The maids' eyes widened in shock.

Sophie couldn't help but chuckle.

Each maid pulled a bill from her purse and placed it in Gordon's hand. Then, they ran out crying.

Sophie was initially puzzled about why losing a single game made them cry, but the next moment, Gordon opened the drawer of the desk in front of him, revealing a thick stack of red bills.

That stack was worth two months' wages for those maids!

"Mr. Gordon, are you hard up for cash?"

"Not at all," Gordon said coolly. "But winning money sure feels great."

After a few days, Gordon seemed even more cunning than before.

Sophie sat across from Gordon and asked directly, "Why do you pretend to be sick?"

"Ever gone fishing?"

"Fishing?"

steady. I got curious, wondering what changes would happen in Devonport if

bills he had won on the table and laid a deck of playing cards in front of Sophie. "In an hour, just with a deck of cards, I made twenty grand. So, imagine how much a

Sophie was stunned.

"These

been getting reports on Devonport. Over a

have popped up, all large-scale. And the arcade's size has more than tripled, with cash transactions in the arcade alone exceeding

the arcade... wasn't cash transactions

gaming tokens, and winnings could be

a form of

underwent major reforms.

and

such arcades. for

engage in gambling. Ordinary people can only enter through the front door, and those in the know use the back door. The daily revenue

frowned and

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