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I told him as I gestured toward the grand staircase where two extra guards were guarding the entrance to the VIP card lounge. "The high-stakes baccarat table opens in ten minutes and the buy-in is strictly limited to our top international backers, but for a Countess with ready cash I think we can find an extra chair at the felt," he murmured as he signaled his secretary to hand me a secondary silver pass. I took the card and turned back toward Lucien who was still holding his perimeter position against the gallery wall, and the corporate trackers were already moving toward the stairs to set up their manual scanners for the next phase.

If you continue to insult our super VIP clients by claiming they use counterfeit goods, we’ll have to see each other in court. Dominic POV Not far away, Godwin jones nodded toward me. "Dominic, it seems I misunderstood you. I didn’t realize you had arranged for your ex-wife to have super VIP status. You should know that’s not easy to come by." A former young star he had worked with had once begged him to get her one, and when Godwin had looked into it, he found that becoming a super VIP client of the X family required passing through multiple screenings and preloading fifty million onto the card.

Holy hell. “Two hundred thousand.” The club remains silent at the booming voice from the VIP section. Adrian? Wait…two hundred thousand for an hour's worth of a lap dance? Is he crazy? “Three hundred thousand!” Wanda calls, and I almost smile until the words ‘eight hundred thousand’ follow from the VIP section. My gaze moves to Wanda, but she shakes her head from side to side and mutters an apology paired with the word ‘expensive.’ “Sold to the gentleman in the VIP section.”

The attendant gave her a once over and changed the tone of his voice as he asked, “Are you a new hire?” Sonnet shook her head. “Excuse me, madam. We don’t accept regular guests,” the attendant said coldly. “It’s like this. I’d like to ask about something that happened five years ago…” “I’m sorry, madam. We can’t expose our clients’ private information,” the attendant cut her off before she could finish speaking. “What do I need to do to become a VIP member at the club?” Sonnet asked. “You need to pay a minimum of 15 thousand dollars to become a member,” the attendant replied. He paused and added, “You can also enter the club if you’re a guest of one of our VIP members.”

So are the people in the VIP rooms who discuss this technique book. “This advanced martial arts technique, Nine Moon Slash will start at 500,000 gold, no less than 50,000 gold each offer," said the old man. "550,000 gold!" Room 5 is buzzing. “600,000 gold!” Room 4 counters. It seems they want to compete again, but this time they make Xiao Long happy because it's his property. "1 million gold." Finally, the third-floor VIP room began to sound. The offer came from Room 7.

"I didn't realize you were expected in the VIP section. VIPs seldom visit, and it didn't occur to me that you might be among them. It's my first time seeing you here." "What? What VIP section?" Rebecca stammered, perplexed. "Why haven't I heard of that before?" "It's quite straightforward. It's because you're not a VIP," I remarked, provoking her further. Rebecca retorted, frustrated, "You—! That can't be, Ethan! I've been a loyal client for years! How come I've never been informed? It's unfair! I demand to speak with your sister!" Ethan calmly explained, "We only have ten VIPs in the entire salon branch—myself, Philip, and a select few important people. Are you suggesting you belong among t

It was a great earning, but she knew she wouldn’t be earning as much after the bet pools were released from now till the end of the stream. “For those who have placed your bests for the top ten items, you have one minute to double or fold. Anyone who hasn’t joined will be given a chance before I release the dam. Here’s a little game and a chance to earn more channel points for everyone else present. The game is simple, it’s called “Queenie Says”. My mods will flash a quick code on the screen that you have to type in chat accurately as fast as you can. The bot will choose the first two hundred chatters to type it correctly and assign special chat benefits for the month. For everyone else who

Hamlin continued to gaze at her. In fact, Maha did not want to buy the slot at all. She just took advantage of Hamlin's stubbornness and raised the slot price from 3 million to 30 millions. When Hamlin moved beyond that price, Maha gave up. In fact, Maha was the winner. She sold the 3 million things to Hamlin for 35 dollars and collected her earnings for the year. After giving 5 million from 35 to the bidding officer and 10 million to the channel owner, she earned 20 million herself. A stroke of maha had bankrupted Hamlin Aids but her thirst was still there.

I mutter in response as I tap on the message I sent to myself from Mum’s phone. It leads me a to a pretty small webpage with a spin the wheel button, hesitating, I click on it and the wheel spins for a few seconds before stopping on “Nothing.” The wheel has five options, “Nothing”, “Spin again”, “Skincare coupon”, “Mc Donald Coupon”, and the apparent jackpot, “All-expense paid trip to an Island”. And you unfortunately get one spin. I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again.

"Ugh! You just finished cleaning the restrooms, so stay the hell away from me. You reek! If your stench ruins my day, you couldn't afford to pay for it." Unlike before, I didn't push back. I simply did whatever they told me to do, remaining incredibly cooperative. Finally, Wednesday arrived—the day of Deltarune Group's bidding event, which also happened to be the exact day my stock options fully vested. The moment our company representatives walked into the venue, the surrounding crowd began whispering among themselves. "The team from Yvoria Group is here. They've secured the winning bid for several consecutive years now." "Yeah, it's honestly bizarre. Their price estimates are always incred