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. Mitchell, that this venue doesn’t quite suit your tastes. Allow me to escort you upstairs.”
As they turned to leave, a beguiling, mellifluous female voice resonated within the casino.
“In your right pocket, you should find three ordinary dice. As for the three on the table, they’re imbued with magnetic stones, ensuring that no matter how they’re cast, the outcome aligns with your desires.”
Hushed murmurs rippled through the assembled spectators, who willingly yielded space for the newcomer.
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Hannah was concealed behind the mask of the God of Gambling, her form adorned in a red wrap dress that elegantly accentuated her graceful silhouette.
Whispers of admiration emanated from those nearby. In the casino’s dimly lit ambiance, Hannah’s silky skin took on an even more enchanting allure.
“By the heavens, her figure is divine!”
“If only I could clasp her waist!”
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“Who might this enchantress be? Bold to emerge and challenge the God of Gambling!”
Curiosity gripped the onlookers. The hired woman, casting a haughty glance in Hannah’s direction, retorted, “Dear Miss, don’t assume that donning the same mask grants you the power to seize attention and usurp my identity!”
“You ought to direct those words inward.” Beneath her mask, Hannah fixed a frigid stare upon the woman before her.
“You may possess the potential to supplant me but you’ve yet to master any of my skills.
ALL you’ve been doing is nothing but cheating.”
Witnessing a masked interloper stir up trouble, Nigel’s temper flared.
He raised his hand, gesturing to those in his proximity.
“Remove her from the premises”
“Hold on!” Bryson intervened.