The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1301:

“What is it you want to know?”

Despite his efforts to appear composed, the dealer’s voice betrayed his fear. “The boss clearly cares about that woman. What was so wrong about me trying to help?”

He had only intended to do his boss a favor—a simple act of loyalty.

Besides, no dealer with any sense would allow their employer to lose at the table.

Bleacher took a slow drag from the cigarette he lit, a smirk forming behind the haze of smoke. “And who exactly are you to assume you understand the boss’s intentions?”

Jonathan’s side, yet even he never presumed to

himself perceptive, had taken it upon himself to interfere—rigging the game so

the boss… he

will refer to her as Miss Holland with respect,” Bleacher said, his tone cold and final. A thought crossed his mind, and he let out a

flick of his hand, he

day forward, everyone in the casino—and those under Jonathan’s command—understood one

Jonathan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the observation room, swirling a glass of brandy as he watched

lounging on the sofa. “Does your offer from earlier still stand?” he

over the other, hands resting on his knee. As he reclined slightly, his eyes remained half-lidded, like a predator at rest. At Jonathan’s words,

favorite is

moment, studying the amber liquid in his glass before speaking again. “Are you truly