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That was awkward… Gigi only had $9,000,000 in total, and that was after she secretly pulled the company money over, thinking to leave it in the casino and collect some interest. Now that she had lent $6,000,000, she only had $3,000,000, which was not enough to ask for a look at the cards. It was then she realized that the guy across from her was no beggar. Compared to Javier, Gigi was the actual beggar instead. Which beggar in this world could throw in $16,500,000 for gambling!?

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Nathan shook his head, and then look at Amore who was giggling behind her hand. Nathan’s, Gigi was quite something. She didn’t have a filter. After his Grandfather died. Gigi changes her view of life. She said, she could die any day, so why be a goody two shoes? She would live life to the fullest, and the way she wanted, doing all the things she never had.

The howl had echoed throughout the place and sent a shudder up my spine that wouldn’t easily be forgotten. I stopped in my tracks as soon as I became aware that Gigantor wasn't cowed by the intensity of my howl. I groaned audibly and raised my hand to strike him, ready to draw blood. But Gigantor remained completely unaffected, a smug smile on his lips as he casually crossed his arms, confidently waiting for me to make a move. His apparent nonchalance only served to fuel my own anger further, the rage inside me building.

My stomach churned as I listened to Salvatore's low moans of pleasure mingling with Gigi's husky laughter. I pressed my hand against my mouth to stifle a gasp as Gigi's sultry voice filled the room once more. "Fuck, you are so hard, Capo..." she purred. Salvatore's response was barely audible, a guttural growl of affirmation. As Gigi's whispered instructions grew more explicit, I closed my eyes tightly, as if shutting them hard enough would somehow block out the sounds of their passion. It was like trying to unhear a bad song stuck in your head by covering your ears with your hands – utterly futile, but you do it anyway in a desperate attempt at self-preservation.

When I accepted the call, her gentle voice flowed over the line, "Sweetheart, I'm very mad that you refused to listen to me. I know you're feeling quite anxious right now. She paused, then said, "How about this? Send me a written pledge with 999 lines saying that you'll always listen to me. If you do that, I'll help you." Despite the despair that welled in me, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and start writing. Sweat beaded my forehead from the severe cramping, and my head pounded like a drum. My stomach was roiling like a stormy sea, and even the light from my phone screen made me want to vomit.

The Anatomy of the Generational-Audit This was the "High-Concept-Core." The $1,000,000 debt from Chapter 1 had been the "Tension" that created the "Diamond." In the "Void," that tension was the "Proof of Purchase." The "Un-Born" were using their "Pure-Neural-Lattice" to "Infiltrate" the "Memory" of the "Billionaire’s-30-Day-Debt."