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Chapter 123: Vegas Lights – High Roller’s Prize

Author: Cyril Masina
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 01:34:13

The Bellagio fountains danced under the Las Vegas night sky, spraying water in perfect rhythm while the Strip pulsed with neon and sin. The high-roller suite at the top of the Cosmopolitan was a world away from the chaos below — floor-to-ceiling windows, private terrace, and a king-sized bed that looked like it had been made for exactly this kind of night.

Victor Kane, 42, stood at the railing in a tailored black shirt, watching the city lights. The tall, powerfully built hedge-fund predator ha
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