“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”

his chair, playing with his

fingers were slender

think you can’t

could I not afford to lose?” Rodrigo’s voice was

bet anything

remarked, “Well, how about we

The room went silent.

the gambling table, curious to see

Rodrigo, clearly annoyed, banged his hand on the

“Fold!”

laid his cards out for

don’t buy that you

his cards on the table

the crystal lamp, the black and

He’s

How does he

as he glanced at the

his teeth, he burst out,

Let’s have another round!”

Bryson just stood

“It’s no use, Rodrigo.

You can’t beat me.

This is getting boring.

crew quickly encircled him and Caleb

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