After a few rounds.
Juniper's chips had easily increased tenfold.
Two hundred thousand became two million.
"Holy crap, that's a lot of money." Flint clutched the chips, trailing behind Juniper eagerly, unable to suppress his excitement.
It hadn't been long, and she had already won so much?
At this rate.
The money spent at the auction today would quickly be recouped.
Shanley sat at the bar, holding a glass of water, watching Juniper affectionately.
He thought she was just here to play around; he didn't expect her to actually win money.
And win big.
"Keep up."
Juniper sucked on her lollipop and walked to another gambling table.
In no time, she won another two million.
This quickly caught the casino's attention.
Where did this little girl come from?
Out of ten games, she only lost one occasionally.
And in the one she lost, her bet was extremely small.
Five hundred dollars.
Like she was dismissing a beggar.
"She's not an ordinary person. Check who brought her in," the managing director ordered in a low voice.
"Mr. Schwartz," a subordinate answered.
"Which Mr. Schwartz?"
The manager's mind was blank for a moment. He didn't react immediately, but after a few seconds of delay, he suddenly looked up. "From Borealia?"
"Yes." The subordinate nodded respectfully and reminded him in a low voice, "This girl is his fiancée."
"They came to our casino to cause trouble. Is Shanley short on cash?"
The manager stood rooted to the spot, scratching his head in confusion. "Has Ms. Quill returned?"
"She just got back and is resting upstairs."
"Inform her." The manager's expression turned serious. "We can't afford to mess with a big shot like Shanley."
"Yes, sir."
—
In the room.

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