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Angeline explained. 'Turns out it really was Rayden and Mrs. Adams,' Amora thought as she sighed tiredly. She didn't expect her son to ask Emma to help him register Amora on that matchmaking app. "Can you please let me know the amount to become your VIP member?" Amora asked anxiously. "To become our VIP member, you just need to pay two hundred dollars. You'll receive several distinguished male candidates who have been screened through interviews with us," Angeline promoted her company's dating app.

The side door is for VIPs with egos and special disks. And then there’s this one — family and friends only. The closed-circle disk clicks, the gate slides open, and we descend into the underground parking like we’re being swallowed by the club itself. From here, a narrow staircase leads straight to the VIP section on the second floor — the only place I’m allowed to exist without someone checking my birthdate like it matters. I park. Lucinda just stares. “I’ve … never been here,” she says, eyes wide, voice hushed like we’ve entered a cult. She pushes her glasses up, fires off a text, and tucks her phone away again.

- Let us talk. - Yes ma'am. - She said. - I will cut to the chase. - The woman said. - If you refuse, you will not have any problems. - She said. Then, she started talking. - I have a group of six VIP vampires who are frequent customers, they are looking for a fixed partner in the establishment so that they could have fun, being exclusive to them, they are willing to pay for three years in a row, they pay in advance with a commission. - The woman said.

Elias called out calmly, his voice steady and unbothered. “Five million five hundred thousand,” Lyra responded immediately, her tone cold and precise, not even looking up from her card. But then, a new voice came over the loudspeaker from the VIP suite high above, smooth and confident. “Ten million.” Liam was bidding. And he wasn’t doing it because he wanted the ring or cared about its history. He sat back comfortably in his private room, eyes gleaming with dark amusement, simply driving the price higher and higher. ‘Let’s see,’ he thought to himself, watching the numbers jump. ‘Just how far will you people go? How much money are you willing to burn just to win a shiny stone? I want to know

An advance payment for Nite that he is undoubtedly enjoying now as I gave him some of Chase's angels to be fucked. I quickly went down to the area where the players were playing cards. As I could see, many gamblers were inside the casino, even though it was just early and starting to get dark outside. I saw some well-known wealthy people playing poker when I entered the VIP room, which is only for those who can bet at least five million in one round. "Trace!" Congressman Rodillo greeted me with a smile when he saw me. Nice! I'm in a hurry now. It's good that he called my attention first. At least I don't need to search for him in my casino anymore.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Then we won't have to stay here in this packed hall." Yasmin smiled embarrassingly, "I just think there's no need to spend that much money. Each VIP booth costs a-hundred-and-fifty-thousand dollars and you have to be their VIP. In order to become a VIP, you'll have to reload a minimum of a-hundred-and-fifty-million dollars into your account. After that, they would deduct the fee from your account every time you come. We won't be coming here very often, right?" After listening to the explanation, Severin nodded. "I see. Yes, you're right. I'm going back to South Link City in two days and I won't come here often. Indeed, there's no reason for me to spend that a

. Today's three cards are already processed, I am sorry." Huh? Only three tickets? Is there something wrong with this stadium? Do not you want the money delivered to your door? The clerk seems to see what she's thinking, smiles, and says, "Miss, all the people who come to us are prominent people in the city, and they are all generous. We don’t care small money." An Dingran was so angry that her face turned green. "And, Miss, do you know?" The servants smiled, but there was contempt in their voices. "It costs money to apply for a VIP card, and there are contacts who can fill the position." Is she staring at me, laughing at her lack of money and contacts? She has a lot of money and contacts, a

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He could not believe this was real, so he said to the manager with a darkened visage, “This has to be fake. Why haven’t I heard about your bank’s VVIP program?” The manager replied, “Our bank has always had a VVIP program. The requirements to join are very high and it is provided to a specific crowd, so the vast majority are unaware of the program. Mr. Larson here is genuinely a VVIP customer of our bank.” Upon hearing the manager’s confirmation, Ethan felt nauseated, as if he had just swallowed a mouthful of sewage! Zayn felt especially pleased when he saw the look on Ethan’s face. He asked, “Ethan, it was you who proposed the bet. You’re not going to back out now, are you?”

Everyone here has money to burn or debts to ignore. I buy in for five thousand pounds. Pack money. I should feel guilty about that. Don't. The croupier is dragon. Human form but eyes give it away. Too old, too knowing. Croupier smiles at me. "Alpha Brennan. Welcome to The Inferno." "Just Cormac." "As you wish." Croupier spins the wheel. "Place your bets." I bet on red. Lose. Bet on black. Lose. Bet on specific number. Lose. The vampires beside me are winning. Of course they are. Dragons let vampires win enough to keep them coming back. It's politics. Crimson Parliament and dragon syndicates maintain careful balance.