Connor expertly guided Cam through the bustling casino floor, exining the different games and their rules along the way.


    "Have you yed anything before?" he asked.


    "I think it was called Three Man, but I don''t really know the rules. I yed a few rounds and lost; luck''s never really been on my side," Cam replied with augh.


    Connor smiled and gently ruffled her hair. "I''ll help you win it back."


    Cam shook her head, still smiling. "I don''t believe it. Promise me, win or lose, we stop after five hundred."


    "Deal," Connor agreed with a grin.


    They stopped in front of a slot machine, and Connor pointed at it. "Want to give this a try?"


    Cam looked at the machine, a bit puzzled. "I have no idea how to y."


    "It''s simple. Put in money, press the button, and if the same symbols line up, you win," Connor exined, cing some coins in her hand.


    Cam inserted the coins and pressed the button. The symbols on the slot machine began to spin rapidly. Her eyes were glued to the screen, her heartbeat syncing with the spinning reels. Suddenly, the symbols stopped, and a row of matching icons appeared. Cam was stunned. She quickly looked up at Connor, eyes wide with excitement and disbelief.


    "Did I win?" she eximed.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    Connor smiled at her, the joy of the moment reflecting in his own expression. He reached out and gently ruffled her hair again. "Looks like you''re pretty lucky after all."


    Soon, the machine spat out a cash voucher. Cam grabbed it, her eyes widening at the amount disyed: $1228.50!


    "Ten bucks won this much?" she asked in amazement.


    Connor nodded, still smiling. "Yep."


    "Do you want to keep ying?" he asked.


    Cam shook her head, still smiling. "Nope, I''ve hit my target!"


    "Alright then, let''s walk around a bit more and then head back to the room."


    "Sounds good."


    Hand in hand, Connor and Cam strolled through the casino, with


    Cam curiously observing the


    gamblers at the tables. Suddenly, her gaze fixed on a familiar figure. en.swhovels


    "Isn''t that Mr. Steven?" she whispered to Connor.


    "Which Mr. Steven?" Connor followed her gaze, his brow furrowing slightly.


    Was Steven still gambling?


    Steven sat tensely at a table, his stack of chips growing steadily. His eyes were fixed on the dealer''s hand, and as thest card was turned over, the hope in his eyes shattered instantly, his whole demeanor deting.


    Connor called over the manager and asked, "Has Steven not lost everything yet?"


    The manager replied quietly, "He


    was in the VIP room before, lost about 700 million. Heard he sold his house and car, and has been ying here for six days straight, allosses. He''s nearly lost everything.


    Connor''s lips twitched slightly.


    Hearing their conversation, Cam frowned slightly. Stevening to gamble in Fernwood Valley was likely Connor''s doing.


    Once the manager left, Connor turned to face Cam directly, not avoiding her gaze, and openly admitted his actions.


    "I had someone encourage him toe and gamble," he confessed without hesitation.