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That voice sounded very familiar to Charlotte. She turned around and saw Miranda and Annalita, along with their four close relatives tagging along. Miranda glanced at Charlotte and stuck her middle finger out at Kourtney. “Scheming b*tches are good at selecting prime locations. This boat is a vessel for the super-rich high rollers tonight. They’re bound to strike a huge profit in one night, just by advertising their business.” “I’ve only just started my business, and I only have one customer, which means I’ve only earned a few thousand dollars.”

The smoke from the burning boats in the cove didn’t just rise; it choked the Sicilian moonlight, twisting into oily black ribbons that smelled of expensive gasoline and failed ambitions. Beneath the cliffs, the wreckage of the *Sombra* intervention was a smoldering graveyard of high-tech gear and shattered egos. For the Board back in Rome, this wasn't just a tactical loss—it was a public relations nightmare currently unfolding in real-time.

’ Maisie smirked and said nothing. Ryleigh rubbed her swollen face. “Faster, think of a way for me! How can I attend the banquet tonight?” Maisie stared at her for a while, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly. “I’ve thought of a great idea, but I feel sorry for you.” The lights on both ends of the Bass Wave Port were brightly lit in the evening, and a large sightseeing cruise ship was moored on the shore under the magnificent night sky. The empty parking lot was full of dozens of luxury cars, and the glamorously dressed guests showed the receptionists their invitations and then boarded the ship one after another.

I double check that I have my cigarettes with me before I follow the group outside. We set off towards Taormina around four. The boat is a nice cream motor yacht with two decks and warm lights. Isabella and I settle on a couple of lounge chairs, and I toe off my sneakers so I can also get my feet tan. Ariana brings us the first round of Gin & Tonics over, then sits down on the empty chair next to us. She looks out onto the front deck, where the boys are getting undressed to their swimming trunks. I realize now that I should’ve thought about bringing a swimsuit. Isabella and I exchange looks, then turn our head back to the boys.

Riley's POV The boat smelled like diesel, dead squid, and the kind of salt that gets into your throat and stays there. It was James's idea, the perfect hangout before he flew back to college. We’d been out since 4 a.m., a full-day deep-drop charter, 40 miles off the Carolina coast. The captain was a sunburned man named Rusty who called everyone “sport” and chain-smoked menthols even when the wind was blowing 20 knots. The deck was slick with fish blood and the occasional puddle of someone’s breakfast. Twelve passengers, two mates, and I… the only woman who wasn’t a wife or girlfriend dragged along for “quality time.”

She paused, clearly letting out a long breath before asking softly, "Where? At the reservoir about three miles from our place, or…" Actually, I was about 900 miles away, in my hometown. On the way back to my car, I ran into another angler, and raised a hand in greeting. "Yeah, that's the one," I mumbled, giving a vague, dismissive reply. Her tone immediately softened. "Then I'll come pick you up. Let's have a proper talk." I frowned. Had Christina hit her head today? She'd never spoken to me so gently after getting mad at me before.

She was the only person I’d dream of sharing this with. “Then let’s get to that boat. I bet he’s lethal with that stick, let alone fishing poles.” ************* ********** *********** The waters of the bay were calm today, and the small boat bobbed along smoothly. Maggie’s picnic was out of the way of any splashing water and she was looking dubiously at the fishing poles. Her gaze drifted to the tubs of worms Gramps bought for bait and she scrunched her face up a little. I couldn’t help but smile.

Anytime he pulled out a credit card or money around others, they all of sudden began complaining about pressing bills they couldn’t get money for or how they yearned for a particular piece of jewelry. Another woman would’ve expected him to spend some of this check on her. Mia asked because of his gambling problem. That was the type of woman he needed around him. “You’re not thinking about going to a casino with that, right?” she asked, confirming that he had been right about her. “I’m thinking about taking half of the money with me to Atlantic City. Just fly up there and come right back.” “Half of the money?” A breeze rushed through her hair and carried her perfume into the limo. It was into

"Big." This time, a line of patrons was already waiting to remove the cover. Vulture chose a lady at random. The young lady carefully removed the cover with both hands and announced with a clear voice, "Two, six, eight. 16! Big!" The cruise ship erupted into an uproar again, and security guards rushed into the hall to witness the scene. Most of the patrons hoped that Logan would win, as gamblers sided with gamblers. "Well done. I have Lady Luck to thank, and you, Mr. Vulture." Logan picked up the $400,000,000.

Bryson's eyes shone with the light of a candle, which also reflected her small, exquisite and enchanting face. Betty immediately drooped her gaze in embarrassment and started to enjoy the steak in front of her. In an instant, the table was completely quiet. It was only seven o'clock in the evening, and after Bryson received a call, they sat in his car and started to fight in the next location. It was the private gathering that Bryson had called for. It was a huge private cruise that was about to set sail. Tonight, this cruise ship was a private gathering place, and there was also a public gambling event tonight, so those who could invite this cruise ship were all legal gamblers.