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“Hey, what’s the big idea? Why can’t we see the result? Oh, are you feeling guilty?”
“You guys really cheated? D’mmit, and I lost so much money here! We’re telling the Duke!
“We’re going to see the result whether you like it or not!”
Amid the ruckus of gamblers, a sizable throng had gathered, drawn by the spectacle.
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Apanied by his entourage, the <b>casino </b><b>manager </b>approached George, stating, “Our boss would like <b>a </b>word with you both.”
George’s response was direct, “nning to bribe us, or intending harm?”
Even the most naive could discern their intentions. While many knew these two would never show up in this <b>casino </b>again, George’s directness was a novelty.
The manager’s smile carried an icy edge as he replied, “He just wants to be friends with you.”
With aposed demeanour, George retrieved a chip from Isabelle, urging, “Before that, let’s settle our
dues.”N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.
In a decisive move, he flung the chip onto the dice cup, upsetting it.
To the astonishment of all, the dice disyed triple fives, prompting the crowd’s outcry, “They’re cheating, the girl called it right!”
Tension thickened, swirling with chaos.
Unfazed by the turmoil, the manager, backed by influential figures, remained stoic. Their <b>confidence </b>in their patrons‘ support was unshaken, even amid public scrutiny.
With a stern visage, the managermanded hisckeys, “Escort these guests upstairs.”
A henchman moved towards Isabelle, but she broke his wrist in a sickening spin and mmed her foot at him, kicking him down to the <b>ground</b>.
In the ensuing melee, George swiftly cleared a path, shielding Isabelle. “Stay put, I’ve got this,” he urged.
He was worried Isabelle might get hurt.
The thugs were encroaching upon the couple everywhere, but George stood before Isabelle, taking them down as swiftly <b>as </b>he could.
Meanwhile, Isabelle, guided by touch, located the concealled button beneath the gambling <b>table</b>.
The <b>manager</b>, rising amidst the chaos, witnessed George’s prowess <b>in </bbat. Spitting blood, he retrieved a gun, aiming it at George. “<b>You </b>Ardon scum!”
George floored thest <b>assant </b>with a punch. The manager, gun trained on George,manded, “You,
two o’clock.”
“Get down,” Isabelle warned.
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Swiftly evading, a metal badge grazed George’s shoulder. The ricochet struck the manager’s arm, drawing
blood.
Grasping his injured arm, the manager recoiled. Before he could retaliate, George lunged, booting him through the casino’s entrance, where he crashed onto the street<b>.</b>
George retrieved the badge embedded on the wall, inspecting it briefly before returning it to Isabelle. Extending a hand to her, he said, “Let’s get out of here.”
Isabelle said, “We still have our chips <b>to </b>cash in<b>.”</b>
George asked, “Should I fetch the manager?”
“No,” Isabelle interjected, “We’ll handle it ourselves.”
Considering the situation, George remarked, “This is technically robbery.”
While it was the casino’s duty to reimburse them, actively retrieving the funds differed from conventionalpensation.
Isabelle retorted, “Worried about your image? Mine’s not worth much. I’ll sort it out.”
“My reputation in Taragon City isn’t pristine either,” George admitted.
Linking arms, they proceeded to the cashier, ready to reap the rewards of their venture.
On the opposite side of the street, Dn sat in his car with Jack, their gazes locked, when suddenly Jack let out a bark directed at the casino nearby.
Dn nced across and noticed a gathering at the casino’s entrance.
That’s probably Ms. Jenkins.
Did something go awry again? Did they cleaned out the casino with their winnings and they couldn’t pay, so <i>Ms. </i>Jenkins started a fight?
Because there’s no way either of them are going to lose the bets.
“Woof, woof, woof.”
Jack weaved through the crowd, his shiny gold dog tag catching everyone’s attention, prompting them to step back.
“It’s the Duke’s dog. All eyes turned, but Liam was nowhere in sight.
With Jack clearing a path, Dn spotted a figure sprawled on the ground. Just as he prepared to approach, George emerged from the casino with Isabelle, carrying a bulging bag.
Inspecting it closer, they found it to be a hefty bag of cash, overflowing to the point where the zipper
couldn’t contain it.
Dn, stunned, eximed, “Wow
Did they just pull off a heist at the casino<b>?</b>
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How could Mr. George be involved in such a thing?
<i>Mr. </i>George, you’re mistaken<i>! </i><i>You’re </i>heading down a dangerous path!
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<i>If </i><i>old </i>Mr. Harris catches wind <i>of </i>this, he’ll have <i>to </i>take serious action, won’t he? And what about your reputation? <i>IETI </i>be in tatters!
George casually tossed the overflowing bag of money to Dn.
Dn caught it hastily, his mind racing with questions. “W–What’s going on, Sir?”
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