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    “Excuse me, are you Mr. Adams, Miss Bailey, and Mr. Lawrence?” the receptionist inquired, her smile faint but polite.


    Vincent approached and asked quietly,


    “That’s us. What is it?”


    “A gentleman left these for you, describing them as peace offerings,” she said, presenting three tastefully wrapped boxes.


    It was apparent that they were sent by the casino owner. Katelyn inspected the small box she held.<fne311> ?????? ???? f?ndnovel</fne311>


    Crafted from sandalwood, it was detailed with intricate carvings.


    Once in their room, they each opened their boxes. Inside, to their astonishment, was a piece of jade.


    The jade was rectangr and ornately engraved. It resembled a ceremonial token more than a simple stone.


    “What is this? Why would he send us this?” Katelyn mused, rotating the jade in her hands.


    The jadecked any secret features or symbols. It was pristine and felt cool, clearly a finely crafted item designed with a specific intent.


    Jaxen examined the engravings and said,


    “Look, it seems to bear the casino’s name. Perhaps this jade grants us free ess there.”


    Vincent inspected his piece and confirmed that the casino’s name was indeed etched into the corner.


    Katelyn said,


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    “That’s probably it. He’s making amends, likely thinking we’ll return to the casino.”


    Vincent’s grip on the jade tightened reflexively.


    The detailed carvings pressed into his skin.


    Despite the casino owner’s seemingly friendly facade, Vincent had a nagging suspicion that this individual would be a significant adversary.


    A silence settled among them, each absorbed in their own thoughts.


    Jaxen nonchntly ced the jade on the bed and stretched out.


    “Let’s not overthink this. The real win today is removing Miss Bailey’s cor.”


    Katelyn, who had kept the cor, looked gratefully at Jaxen and Vincent, expressing her gratitude earnestly.


    “Thank you for all your hard work to free me from the cor.”


    Vincent and Jaxen had sacrificed considerable sleep to break the so-called cloud terminal system encryption, now evident by the dark circles under their eyes.


    “I won’t forget this favor. If you ever need anything, just ask, and I’ll be there,” she said.


    Jaxen raised an eyebrow, his yful side emerging as he shed a smile.


    “No need for thanks. Maybe you should think about how to repay Vincent? A grand gesture in his favor wouldn’t be amiss.”


    Jaxen, taking on the role of matchmaker, seemed determined to steer Vincent and Katelyn together. The more he watched them, the more convinced he became that they were a perfect match, as if no one else in the world couldplement each other so well.


    Vincent gave his friend a frosty look, the warning clear in his eyes.


    “Feeling bold, aren’t you? Should I share the stories of your romances with your father?”


    Jaxen leaped to his feet, offended.


    “What’s wrong with you? Here I am, being a caring friend and ying Cupid, and you threaten to tell on me? Is this how you always treat your friends?”


    If his father learned of his adventures, severe consequences would surely follow.


    Katelyn, who had been feeling a bit embarrassed, nowughed openly.


    Vincent, cracking a rare half-smile, cautioned,


    “Better stay quiet, or I might just ‘identally’ bring up the horse ranch or that yacht mishap to your father.”


    “You!”


    Jaxen was left speechless.


    He was about to respond when Vincent’s phone abruptly rang, cutting through the moment with its sharp, urgent tone.


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