Chapter 366
The first round was underway.
The dealer placed five dice shakers on the table, turning each one to show they were empty. At Charlotte’s nod, he shook them ten times each, the sound of rattling dice filling the room.
On the other side of the table, three men sat stiffly, their eyes wide, tracking every movement with tense anticipation. The house dealer, seated at the main spot, was rigid, listening for orders through an earpiece, waiting for his boss’s signal.
In the corner, though, things felt totally different. A figure lounged back in a cushy chair, looking relaxed and almost bored. He twirled a round chip between his fingers and tapped it lazily on the table, his voice calm and disinterested.
“You can raise, or you can pass. Up to you.”
The three men glanced at each other, silently agreeing not to raise yet. They wanted to see if this guy was all talk.
Charlotte turned to the house dealer, lifting her chin just a touch. “What about you? The Netherworld Casino isn’t scared to play big, right? Don’t tell me you’re too cheap to raise.”
Anthony, listening in from the private room, heard her clear, young voice and his eyes narrowed. A thin, icy smile tugged at his lips.
Challenging Netherworld? Brave for someone so green.
“Raise by one million,” Anthony ordered, flicking the ash off his cigarette. His voice was low, cold, and final.
The dealer pushed a stack of chips worth a million across the table.
Charlotte smirked, her tone playful. “Alright then. Let’s see.”
She revealed her dice: 6, 6, and 1. Thirteen points.
The three men all ended up with lower totals.
“Pay up,” Charlotte said, barely glancing at them as she spoke to the man beside her.
Adonis just stood there, unmoving. He was used to collecting money, not handing it
over.
Jackson was quicker on the uptake. He took a hundred thousand from the lowest roller and split twenty chips each between the other two.
All eyes turned as the house dealer lifted his shaker. The air was thick with suspense.
6, 6, 2. Fourteen points. Just enough to beat Charlotte by one.
The three men smirked. They’d been right. The newcomer was cocky and already down over a million in the first round.
Charlotte just smiled, her voice light as ever. “Jackson, transfer the money.”
“On it.”
Jackson handled it without complaint.
The second round started. Thinking Charlotte’s luck was running cold, each man added two hundred thousand, upping their bets to three hundred thousand each.
Anthony took a slow drag, his eyes fixed on the monitors. “Two million,” he said, his words drifting out with a cloud of smoke.
Another tower of chips was pushed out from the house. Charlotte’s eyes sparkled, a sly smile tugging at her lips.
The dealer lifted the cover. Charlotte: 6, 6, 4. Sixteen points.
All three men came up short.
The house dealer revealed his dice. The room went quiet.
6, 6, 3. Fifteen points.
Charlotte had won two million one hundred thousand.
“Collect,” she said, leaning back and making space for the mountain of chips.
Adonis, who’d looked bored before, suddenly sprang to life. He eagerly pulled the chips over, his grin wide.
They’d lost one point one million the
first round. Now they’d won three
million and were up almost tw
million overall. Adonis couldn’t believe Charlotte’s luck.net
Round three began. Just like before, Charlotte swept the table. The house lost three point one million, the other three men lost nine hundred thousand combined Four milli total.
“We’re loaded!” Adonis muttered, scooping chips into their basket. In just a few minutes, they were six million richer.
“Keep going,” Charlotte said, tapping the table and glancing at the dealer.
The dice rattled again, and the men’s
faces started to change. A few
hundred thousand was nothing to
them but the way things were going
was starting to bother them.
“Five million.”
It was the house’s turn to raise. Anthony watched the monitors, a faint smirk on his
lips. He couldn’t believe Charlotte’s luck would last forever.