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You could hear every single word spoken in this private VIP room. A man was standing in the dark room on the other side of the glass. Dom. I walked out of the VIP room and turned down a narrow, hidden hallway. This path led to the deeper part of Vegas Den. This was the place where regular club members could never go. It was quiet here. The loud bass from the dance floor downstairs felt very far away now. It was just a low thrum under my boots.

Could it be that he felt inferior and left in secret? As she pondered this, Chloe felt relieved. Just as she was about to get back to work, she caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of her eye. It was that young man! No wonder she did not see him just now. He had already made his way to the VIP room's entrance, and the hall's columns had obscured his silhouette. The VIP room was reserved for high-status clients with a minimum balance of $30,000,000! Given that Logan didn't even have a card, letting him in would only result in the account manager's reprimanding.

I say before hanging up. My Desiree. I’ll be seeing you soon. I put down the phone and let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. I head over to my desk, open my laptop, and draft the email: --- **To:** customercenter@rosesbane.com **Subject:** Payment for VIP Experience Dear Rose’s Bane Customer Center, I would like to proceed with the payment for the VIP experience booked under the name Caspian Hart. Please provide the necessary details for the bank transfer.

He ordered a seal from Vodka, and his eyes kept looking at the woman of the night there. "Is there anything you're interested in?" Lorensius came over and asked a guest who was a regular at their club if he could afford to spend a lot of money on an open table. "Who is that girl?" he asked, pointing at Jasmine. "She's the new girl here; her name is Jasmine." "Ah, new girl, too bad I can't get to know her." Lorensius laughed. "She only serves VIPs, and I handpick the guests," Lorensius gave the man some understanding.

"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

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?”

"Registration f*e for VIP members, eighty million, sir." "How is it boss?" Yusa nodded then Jian pointed his hand at the administration section. "Give us the card, the money will immediately be transferred to your account" The administration smiled, they saw Yusa's appearance wearing a black mask and hat, without taking off the mask the man looked stunning, what if Yusa showed his face? Surely many women want him. "Madam, there are new VIP customers and they want go to second floor." Madam Moza who was talking with Jeremy in the private room immediately smiled.

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?”

Straightening her spine and flipping her ponytail, she marched right into the club. Inside the grand lobby, she glanced around. It was so luxurious it made her feel like she was breathing taxpayer money. A male concierge approached her with a warm smile and led her to the front desk to register. Only then did she learn—it was a VIP-only club. If you weren’t a VIP, you couldn’t even enter. Julissa asked, “How do I become a VIP?” The concierge replied, “Just purchase an annual membership. Once you’ve paid the yearly f*e, you’re in.”

And the noises of the humans hit my ears in a roar, but a voice that sounded close enough shut them out. "Welcome to Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino. What will you do this evening?" He asked. I turned my face and looked at his name tag. "I came to play, Mr Peterson" He brought out a log book which had a pen atop. "Name, age, address, phone and time of entrance please. And your ID" I throwed a look at him and brought out bundle of $100 dollar bills. "Logan Creed. Age, just write eighty…" He glanced at me from top to down and back again and slowly nodded his head while his eyes perched on the dollar bills. He added the info, and waited for more.