Wilbur waved a hand, and they finally left reluctantly.


    Right before the door closed on them, they gave onest envious look at Tiff.


    Just then, Wilbur took out a chip worth a million dors and handed it to her. "You''ve worked hard the past two days. Thank you."


    Tiff took the chip from him with shaking hands. She felt like her brain was turning to putty, and she did not know what to say.


    Wilbur said nothing either, lighting a cigarette and smoking it.


    A little over ten minutester, Tiff''s head was finally clear enough for her to look at Wilbur, saying, "Thank you! Thank you so much! I can''t even make a million dors in years! Thank you so much!"


    Wilbur smiled and nodded, saying nothing.


    A long silenceter, Tiff said in a barely audible voice, "Would you like me to run you a bath, sir? You could use some rest."


    Wilbur nodded.


    Tiff flushed, and she headed to the bathroom to prepare a bath.


    ...


    At the same time, over in the casino owner''s office, Samson Honard was puffing on a cigar with his feet up on the desk before him, listening to Sharon''s report.


    "His name''s Wilbur Penn, checked into the hotelst night. Started out with slot machines and won roughly fifty thousand dors in the first round. Then, Tiff Kirk led him to change y at the ckjack table, where he won over five million dors. The next day, he went to the Sic Bo table and won forty million dors in the lounge until he ran into Edward and Jesse. They gambled against each other in the VIP lounge, and Penn won a total of one billion and two hundred million dors from both of them in two rounds."


    Sharon finished her report and looked at her boss quietly.


    Samson smoked his cigar, his gaze darting around for a long time before he spoke up.


    "Going all in every round, with an increasing capital from his winnings, and winning every single time. Do you think it''s luck?"


    "The thing is, we haven''t found any signs of him cheating thus far."


    Samson rapped on the desk lightly with his knuckles. "He might have, but you just didn''t notice. Some experts can go undetected by the cameras, you know."


    "Are you saying he might be a cultivator?" Sharon said in shock.


    Samson said, "It''s not just a possibility. He''s definitely a cultivator."


    "Well, he''s just looking for trouble, then! Everyone knows that the punishment for


    cheating cultivators in our casino is death," said Sharon.


    Samson fell silent for a while before saying, "Where''s that Tiff girl?"


    "She''s still in Wilbur''s room," Sharon replied.


    Samson said, "Bill, wait for her toe out and bring her to me."


    "Yes, sir." Bill turned to leave.


    Tiff was still in a daze when she left Wilbur''s room.


    She had gotten ten million dors instead of one million.


    She was financially free enough to leave this hellhole atst, to go back home to do whatever she wanted.


    She had been dreaming of this day for a long time but did not expect it toe so soon.


    The bliss made her dizzy, and she was starting to feel like she was living in a dream.


    Just then, she was grabbed by someone. When she finally realized it, Tiff found herself in her boss'' office.


    "Mister Honard?" Tiff asked, confused.


    "What rtionship do you and Wilbur Penn share?"


    "A normal rtionship?"


    "Really? How can you exin the chips in your hand, then?"


    "He gave them to me."


    "So, you''re going to continue lying, eh? Bill!" Samson called out coldly.


    Bill came forward, stomping down harshly.


    Tiff screamed in agony as her left knee was broken at once.


    The bone was exposed from the impact, with blood gushing out from the wound.


    An overwhelming pain shot through Tiff''s body, and she nearly passed out.


    Tiff copsed to the ground, crying out in agony.