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.

that this venue doesn’t quite suit your

to escort you

to leave, a beguiling, mellifluous female voice resonated within the

you

three on the table, they’re imbued with magnetic stones, ensuring that no matter

rippled through the assembled spectators,

Join & Stay

the mask of the God of Gambling, her form adorned in a

admiration emanated

lit ambiance, Hannah’s silky skin took on

her figure

only I could clasp her

‘s BunnyBookery

Bold to emerge and challenge the God of

Curiosity gripped the onlookers.

don’t assume that donning the same

ought to direct those

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