The Final Chip
Chapter 4
The DNA specialist declared that my report was fake.
I almost forgot the kind of power the Moretti family held in Vegas.
If the only son of the Don wanted an examiner to say the earth was square, nobody in this city would dare call it round.
Lily sat beside Lucien, crying softly as she looked at him.
“Young Master, please spare my sister. She only stole the money because she was jealous of me.”
Lucien wrapped an arm around her cooperatively.
“If she cuts off one of her own hands, I’ll lend her three million tonight.”
A knife was thrown onto the poker table.
I glanced at it.
Then I smiled.
“Lucien, so you really aren’t afraid of me opening my mouth?”
Lucien laughed.
“Afraid?”
“Why would I be afraid of a woman who wipes tables for a living?”
But while he spoke, the cigar between his fingers had already burned down to his skin.
He walked over to me and suddenly grabbed my jaw.
“Cassie, do you know the saddest thing about dead people?”
“They always think they still have a chance to turn things around right before they die.”
I slapped his hand away.
At that exact moment, a business card slipped out of my uniform pocket.
Lucien looked down at it. His pupils shrank instantly.
I calmly fixed my hair and looked at him with ease.
His hands trembled as he picked up the card.
“Casino Risk Control Specialist!?”
I nodded.
“That’s right. I specialize in investigating money laundering inside casinos.”
I leaned closer to him.
“So tell me, Lucien...”
“Are you scared?”
Lucien’s eyes flickered. Instinctively, he looked upstairs toward the second floor.
But the man above never looked at him once.
I knew exactly who he was.
Don Alessandro Moretti. Lucien Moretti’s father.
I raised my voice toward the second floor.
“Mr. Moretti, the person you’ve been looking for all week is right here!”
The Don still didn’t look at me.
But I knew he understood exactly what I meant.
Lucien pulled his gaze back and bent over laughing.
“You? A janitor?”
“You actually think you understand a gambling table?”
“Did my father hire you to wipe his tables clean?”
The manager had already placed the Organ Debt Repayment Agreement in front of me.
Lucien tapped the document with his finger.
“I want your left hand. Casino rules say that’s worth two million.”
“For the remaining million, you can use your father’s hand to cover the difference.”
“If you refuse to sign, you feed the crocodiles instead.”
Lily wiped away her tears while trying to persuade me.
“Cassie, if you stole the money, then you should pay the price.”
“It’s only one hand. Why can’t you just admit what you did?”
Lucien nudged the knife forward.
“The tools are already here.”
“Pick one.”
I spoke coldly.
“I still have other chips. Enough to cover three million.”
The casino manager lowered his voice.
“Cassie... you have nothing left to stake.”
Lucien laughed and gave an order to the bodyguards.
“She’s made her choice.”
“Throw her into the crocodile pit.”
“Right now.”
I simply let them drag me toward the exit.
“You’re wrong.”
“My new chips have already been exchanged.”
A waiter walked past me carrying a tray stacked with casino chips.
“These are Cassie Vaughn’s new chips.”
Lucien frowned and roared,
“Who authorized this!?”
The waiter lowered his head, his voice trembling violently.
“The... the top floor.”
The entire casino fell into dead silence.
Lucien jerked his head upward.
Second floor.
The man standing in the shadows slowly raised one hand at last.
“Continue.”
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