“Shh, keep it down.

Just look at Mr.

Wilde’s face.

It doesn’t matter how big a shot Mr.

Mitchell is in Cadilind; he’s got to watch his back here.

With all this attention, he might find himself in hot water after the game.

Hannah clenched her fists tight.

“Hannah,” Winston said softly, calling her name.

Slowly, Hannah turned and gave him a small shake of her head, signaling him to hold back.

Winston caught the serious expression on Hannah’s face and chose to stay silent.

Meanwhile, the game at the gambling table pressed on, and Rodrigo struggled to keep his smile.

He was losing to Bryson again and again, his voice tinged with annoyance.

“Mr.

Mitchell, where have you been the past few days? I see now that you’ve been hiding away, scheming to defeat me at the gambling table and leave me penniless”

leaned back in his chair, playing

fingers were slender and

you can’t handle

to lose?” Rodrigo’s voice

bet anything

how about we

The room went silent.

the gambling table, curious to see if Rodrigo would raise the

clearly annoyed, banged his

“Fold!”

his cards out for

don’t buy that

spread his

lamp, the black and gold cards sparkled

He’s so

How does he always pull

glanced at

his teeth, he burst out, “Good,

Let’s have another round!”

stood

“It’s no use, Rodrigo.

You can’t beat me.

This is getting boring.

but Rodrigo’s crew quickly encircled

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