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The manager paused, turned to me, and his fawning smile turned into a sneer. “Excuse me, miss, this is the VIP section,” he said coldly. “And the minimum buy-in here is a million dollars. Are you sure you can play?” Carmela and Fiona saw me then. Fiona flinched and ducked behind Carmela. Carmela’s face darkened. “Victoria, you dare show your face here? Weren’t you so proud when you left? What, run out of money? Trying to win it back at the tables?”

Elaine nodded and asked curiously, “Mr. Jojo, you asked me to come here to draw for a prize. What kind of prize is it?” The store manager smiled and said, “Madam, let me tell you, our lottery this time is only for our high-end VIP customers. The prizes are worth a minimum of a hundred thousand dollars up to a maximum value of 1.2 million dollars! The winning rate is also very high.” “Wow!” Elaine was suddenly very energetic and blurted out, “The worst prize is also worth one hundred thousand dollars?! You guys are too generous!” “Yes.” The store manager smiled and said, “This is our company’s activity, mainly to give back to the majority of our VIP customers.”

She looked at me like a lemon she'd just squeezed dry. "Good. Next, the casinos," she said, her voice eager. I handed her a carefully forged list of VIP clients. The names and backgrounds were real. But every preference, every weakness, and every credit limit was a fatal error. "This is Mr. Johnson. He's obsessed with Texas Hold'em. Give him a credit line of half a million," I instructed. "Keep him happy, and he'll bring us all of Wall Street." In fact, Mr. Johnson was a devout teetotaler.

"Look at this. We missed it before, but… it’s got a hidden message.” Victor’s eyes narrowed as he took the card, tilting it to catch the faint, glowing text. Together, we squinted at the small print now visible on the invitation: “Welcome to The Mirage’s Inner Circle.” Below, in the same faint, glowing ink, was a line we hadn’t noticed before. It read: “Exclusive Nighttime Poker Event. The ultimate winner will receive a prize beyond value.” We exchanged a look, our eyes wide with the possibilities. “A secret event… with a mysterious prize?” Victor murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s like there’s an entire hidden world within this underground casino.”

Philip explored the inside of the machine with his senses, but there was a large magic circle here that prevented people’s detection. Despite that, Philip grinned and asked the manager to exchange some chips for him. There were eight chips worth one million each, ten chips worth 100,000 each, and 20 chips worth 50,000 each. Philip smiled and placed two 50,000 chips on ‘small’. After the spin, the small ball avoided all the small numbers and fell into hole number 72, which was a 50% chance. This casino was not good enough. They did not even let the customer have a taste of victory first. Philip shook his head and continued to place his bets.

Mom’s anxious face filled my vision, her voice sharpening from distant static into something painfully real. "Zara, what did you need to tell me? If you have something to say, hurry up. Your dad’s waiting for me to get home and cook. You said earlier that you won something. What did you win?" Hearing her questions, I quickly scanned my surroundings. My apartment. Understanding hit instantly. I had been reborn. In my previous life, at this exact moment, I had just won a $30-million jackpot. All I could think about was taking my mom, Helena Nightfall, away from that miserable household, moving somewhere far away, and starting a new life with her.

he said firmly, though his tone relaxed slightly after a moment. Then he smiled lightly. “Everyone’s welcome. Feel free to enjoy the entertainment available.” The mansion was massive, and activities were taking place throughout the building in different sections. In another large room, they arrived where a virtual game tournament was underway. The space was packed with people. The Virtual Combat Game was a tradition in Vereluxe City. Players could win real money by participating. A large green scoreboard was displayed in front of the hall. The top scorer? Damian Kade — 1,999 points.

Now that she has a backing, she is no longer afraid. "Let's go! I'll take you to visit other shops," Raiden stood up. "Do you still want to buy it?" "How is this enough?" Raiden's peach blossom eyes swept over the jewelry. With that, Raiden led Sierra towards the exit. Just then, the manager approached and eagerly handed Sierra a SVIP card, saying, "Miss, this is our store's super VIP card. The next time you come, you can enjoy a 20% discount with the card, as well as have priority access to our new and limited-edition products, and receive VIP treatment. There are no more than five hundred of these cards in the whole country..."

Lord Sterling announced, his voice carrying the weight of absolute truth, "the lady in the VIP Box holds an exclusive, sovereign black line of credit with zero upper limit. Her private funds have already cleared in full through international vault reserves." He turned his piercing gaze down toward Nicole, his voice dropping into pure ice. "Furthermore, Miss Nicole Sinclair and the Sinclair estate are officially banned for life from all Imperial Syndicate auctions across thirty countries for unauthorized disruption, fraudulent bidding, and slander against our most distinguished patron. Security, remove this woman from the premises immediately."

I decide. “Certainly, Mr. Hart. Our VIP experience includes a private room, your choice of dancer for the evening, and complimentary champagne. I can assure you that all our dancers are top-notch.” She types for a while and then pauses. “For the VIP experience, would you prefer Option A, B, C, or D?” How many processes does one need to book a fucking lap dance?