The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 96

Chapter 96 A Desperate Gamble

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Thinking about what Dickson had gone through. Sierra’s gaze turned cold. She suddenly said, “Tell me, just how many illegal dealings take place here! Even if the police don’t find anything, if you’re reported every single day, do you really think this place will still have customers?”

A club like this thrived on secrecy. If it was constantly under investigation, who would dare come here anymore?

Sure enough, the manager’s face changed instantly. “Ms. Xander, I suggest you be careful with your words. Do you know who my boss is Even your brother wouldn’t dare say something like that.”

Sierra let out a cold laugh. Too bad I’m not Mr. Xander, and unlike him, I have nothing to lose. I’m not asking for much. I just want to take my brother, Dickson, and leave. I won’t meddle in anything else. Perhaps you should go ask your boss; he might just agree.”

Seeing her determined attitude, the manager hesitated. After a long pause, he finally said. “Then please wait here, Ms. Nander

Before leaving, he stole a glance at Jonathan, who had remained silent the entire time, as if trying to gauge Noticing the scrutiny. Jonathan casually lifted his gaze. The manager shuddered involuntarily.

his identity.

He had been in this business for a long time. I could always tell who could be messed with and who absolutely couldn’t. Jonathan was clearly the latter. Feeling uneasy, the manager quickly averted his gaze and left.

slightly. She had been gambling just now. Now, she just had

was Dickson Her heart

They’ll let

hand rested gently on her shoulder, his touch steady and warm through the fabric of her clothes.

terribly sorry, Ms. Xander. It seems I made a mistake earlier. Dickson really was here! One of our employees just informed me. He came to meet a friend, had a few drinks, and is

finished speaking, two men appeared, supporting Dickson asthey walked. The moment Sierra saw him, her expression changed. Dickson’s face was deathly pale; cold sweat covered his forehead, and he could barely

“Dickson”

could feel him trembling violently. Was

back to

please don’t make baseless accusations.” The manager immediately raised his hands,

a friend. That’s

Dickson. “Dickson, isn’t

felt Dickson’s body tense. There was a long pause before he whispered, “Yes, Sierra. I came here on my own,

she could press further, Dickson’s trembling hand gripped hers tightly, his eyes pleading “Sierra, please. Let’s just

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him toward the exit. As they

And Dickson, make sure to stop by next time too.