In the spotlight of the casino, the woman Nigel hired radiated with an enchanting allure.

Turning towards Bryson, Nigel’s smile held a subtle element of self-satisfaction, a glint of triumph in his eyes.

“Mr.

Mitchell, how is your experience? The God of Gambling hasn’t disappointed, has she?”

The God of Gambling?

Bryson’s indifference was palpable as he averted his gaze from the veiled woman.

He had astutely observed her cheating moments ago.

If she were indeed the God of Gambling, her deceit would not have been so readily exposed.

Yet Bryson chose not to divulge the truth, feigning disinterest.

Nigel, failing to discern a satisfactory reaction from Bryson’s demeanor, felt his smile momentarily freeze before he gracefully regained his composure.

“It appears, Mr.

doesn’t

to escort

leave, a beguiling, mellifluous female voice

you should find three

three on the table, they’re imbued with magnetic stones, ensuring

assembled spectators,

&

concealed behind the mask of the God of Gambling, her form adorned in a red wrap dress that

admiration emanated

lit ambiance, Hannah’s silky skin took on an

heavens, her figure

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this enchantress be? Bold to emerge and challenge the God

Curiosity gripped the onlookers.

woman, casting a haughty glance in Hannah’s direction, retorted, “Dear Miss, don’t assume that donning

to direct those

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