The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 718:

The thought struck Bleacher like a bolt from the blue. He couldn’t help but imagine a dramatic tale unfolding, one where his boss and Nate found themselves at odds over a woman—a fierce rivalry with all the trappings of a love triangle.

“What do you think, Bleacher? Will she win or lose this round?” Hell’s languid voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Snapping back to reality, Bleacher glanced at the monitor displaying Corrine’s hand.

A ten and a nine.

She was a mere whisker away from disaster. If she took another card, she was almost certain to lose.

Her opponent, Larry, had two tens—just one more point than Corrine.

“I guess… she’ll lose,” Bleacher muttered, his words hanging in the air with uncertainty.

and a knowing smile played at the corners of

the dealer’s voice came through the monitor, asking, “Miss Holland, would

and poised, tapped a rhythmic pattern on the table. She lifted her eyes, meeting the dealer’s gaze with a slight tilt of

“Hit me.”

shiver run down his spine. A sense of dread settled over him as

The once-boisterous casino hall fell into an eerie silence. Every breath was held, every gaze fixed, as the room awaited the outcome of

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a solid total. It was good, but not unbeatable. To

palpable, everyone silently rooting for

turned

The second:

Exactly twenty-one points.

shattered like glass, and the room erupted