King’s Author, under the guise of a club, was actually a front for the entire establishment, known among insiders as the Underground Casino.In the basement of the club, there was a large gambling area where gamblers from all walks of life were immersed, unable to extricate themselves.Some had haggard faces, others were flushed with excitement, but most were the former. After all, the odds of winning at the casino weren't much better than those of winning the lottery.At that moment, the baccarat table was abuzz as a young man, Isaiah Lowell, won ten rounds in a row, piling up chips like a mountain. Many spectators cheered him on.Paul Rodriguez, following Isaiah, was sweating profusely. If they kept winning like this, they would undoubtedly attract the casino's attention.If Isaiah's cheating was discovered, they could lose their lives.Paul couldn't understand where Isaiah had gotten the courage to come to the casino without any backup, risking

At home, after Isaiah Lowell had left, Daphne Easton became restless. Time ticked away, and lying in bed, she found herself unable to sleep.Holding her phone, watching seconds slip by, it was soon eleven o'clock.Normally, Daphne would already be asleep by this time, preparing for an early morning run. But that night, sleep eluded her.It was then that Daphne realized how integral Isaiah had become to her life. Even though he only slept under the bed, he occupied a significant place in her heart.Daphne thought about calling Isaiah to ask when he'd be home, but he had already made it clear he had things to handle, and she didn't want to disturb him.She endured the night restlessly, barely catching some sleep just as dawn was breaking. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she quickly pretended to be asleep.Isaiah hadn't expected to be delayed so long. He tiptoed into the room and, seeing Daphne seemingly asleep, sighed in relief.But noticing h

In the private room, after several rounds of drinks, Tim Garcia, seizing the moment when Steven and Margaret were slightly tipsy, said, "Margaret, I have something to ask of you."Margaret waved her hand casually, " Tim, just speak up. If I can help, I certainly will.""I'm a bit short on cash recently, and Daphne is doing so well. I was hoping to borrow some money," Tim said.Mary quickly added, "We wouldn't ask if it weren't absolutely necessary. Margaret, you’re wealthy now. You wouldn’t refuse to help, right?"Upon hearing the request for a loan, Margaret sobered up a bit. She knew Tim well; once the money was lent, there was a 99% chance it wouldn’t be returned."How much do you want to borrow?" Margaret asked.Tim gestured a two with his fingers."Two thousand?" asked Margaret.Tim got angry, "Margaret, what do you mean by this? Would I ask you for a mere two thousand?""Then how much?" Margaret asked, her heart si

The fat guy was left barely clinging to life after a beating, still clueless about what had happened.Yet, he understood one thing clearly: the young man before him was not someone he could afford to offend.Paul's respectful demeanor revealed the young man's superior status, even above his own.Unfortunately, with his limited perspective, he couldn't begin to fathom who Isaiah Lowell really was, nor would he have guessed this was the infamous son-in-law deemed worthless by the Easton Family of Cresthaven City.In another private room, Margaret Easton was pacing anxiously, distressed over Isaiah's delay."Daphne, I told you Isaiah was unreliable. He should have arrived by now, even if he had to hail a cab. He's probably hiding at home, too scared to come out. How could you trust him?" Margaret lamented."You're suffering because you trusted a loser," Mark Garcia shamelessly blamed, pushing the fault onto Daphne Easton and Isaiah despite the situation st