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    These men were burly and tough, more akin to mercenaries than typical security guards,plete with professional assault rifles.


    Their leader blocked the entrance.


    “Do you have an invitation? Without one, you can’t enter.”


    “Invitation?”


    Confusion flickered across Katelyn’s face. An invitation was needed just to step into a casino for entertainment?


    “I know your boss. I’m here to discuss business with him,” Vincent said firmly, his face set in resolve.


    The man, growing impatient, replied, “Enough with the games. To get in, you need either an invitation or proof that your assets exceed ten million. That’s the rule.”


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    Katelyn could only wonder about the high rollers inside. Vincent slightly furrowed his brow but pulled out a gold-embossed card from his pocket, presenting it for inspection.


    “These are my associates. Just check my credentials.”


    The guards were equipped with devices to verify ount bnces instantly.


    A swift card swipe revealed a bnce with an astonishing number of zeros, surprising even the seasoned guards, who questioned their own eyes—could a number really stretch that far?


    “Is this card legitimate or fake? Because if it’s a counterfeit, it could end badly for you here,” the man warned.


    “You checked it. Shouldn’t you know whether it’s authentic?” Vincent retorted, reiming his card withposed ease.


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    “Now, are we allowed in?”


    The man, after a moment of hesitation, reluctantly moved aside, granting them entry.


    Katelyn trailed behind Vincent, catching a glimpse of the greed flickering in the guard’s eyes. Such staggering wealth—if itnded in theirps, they could retire instantly!


    A wave of apprehension washed over Katelyn.


    She pushed aside her rising concerns and quickened her step.


    Upon entering the casino, they were struck by the luxuriousness that far outshone the exterior. The ground floor resembled a grand banquet hall, bustling with fashionably attired people.


    Waitresses in enticing attire glided elegantly around, serving beverages.


    Without prior knowledge, one would hardly guess that this tranquil, ssy setting was a casino, far removed from the typical morous gambling houses.


    There was none of the usual loud talking or frantic betting.


    Katelyn, whose ideas of casinos were shaped by film and television, was taken aback by the reality.


    Noticing her astonishment, Vincent rified,


    “This is merely the guest lounge. The actual gaming happens upstairs.”


    Katelyn instinctively peered toward the second floor, catching only fleeting glimpses of the extravagant decor due to the viewing angle.


    “You seem quite familiar with this ce.”


    “Samuel did some digging on our way here. Turns out, Breck isn’t actually the owner,” Vincent said, then headed for the stairs.


    Jaxen, pulling his gaze away, said, “If I were to run a casino like this back home, it’d be a gold mine.”


    Vincent gave him a stern look, saying, “If your father hears of it, you’ll be in big trouble.”


    The reminder of his father’s daunting influence swiftly dampened Jaxen’s fleeting venture aspirations. He nodded and said, “Right. Granville isn’t as casino-friendly as Yata.”


    Katelyn silently absorbed their exchange, keenly scanning her surroundings.


    Guards were strategically positioned at various exits, prepared for any disturbances.


    As they ascended to the second floor, they were abruptly encircled by men in ck.


    Katelyn observed them warily, and soon an elderly man in a white suit with pristine white hair approached, smiling gently.


    “Please, hold for a moment.”


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