"Winning and losing is normal—continue."
Hope Williams smiled faintly, glanced at the croupier, and signaled for them to proceed.
This time, Hope pushed half of her chips forward—approximately three billion.
Paisley Ginger narrowed his eyes, sensing that something was off.
Is there really someone that dumb, treating money like it's nothing, just here to give it away?
Paisley glanced at the people around Hope, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease.
Could they have grouped together to scheme against him?
But he had no connections to Hope, nor any feud—why go to all this trouble to plot against him?
Shaking his head, Paisley couldn't figure out their motives and stopped dwelling on it.
Hope bet on small, Paisley bet on big.
Everyone held their breath, eyes fixed on the black covering.
The lid was lifted—1-6-2, small.
Hope won!
Paisley's face turned slightly pale. He frowned, staring intently at the dice, repeatedly confirming he hadn't misread.
