“Yeah, since you’ve struck a partnership, you should at least exchange contact info,” Mr. Keeley piped up at just the right moment.
Millie and Liam’s faces darkened.
But Alexander had already laid his cards on the table—he was willing to lose, and there was no reason for them not to pay up.
In the end, all they could do was exchange contact info and transfer the money.
“Sorry, my phone’s dead,” Danielle said flatly.
“Gian,” she turned to him, “show them your payment details and collect the money for me.”
She had no interest in giving out her number—or in accepting the money herself. Danielle wanted to cut off every possible way for these people to reach her.
Gian smiled coolly, nodded, and pulled out his phone, holding up the payment screen. “Here. Go ahead.”
For someone to collect money on her behalf—this wasn’t a casual relationship.
Liam shot Danielle a lingering, searching look.
He had to admit, this woman really knew how to wrap men around her finger.
Had things between her and Gian really gotten that far already?
He might not like it, but he couldn’t find a way around it, either. With a stiff face, he pulled out his phone and transferred the money over.
When the game finally broke up, the negotiations were more or less wrapped up as well. It was time to go their separate ways.
“Mr. Atwood.” Mr. Keeley turned to Gian. “Could I have a word with you? You arrived late—I’d like to chat privately.”
“Of course,” Gian replied.
He glanced at Danielle.
Before he could say anything, Danielle spoke up first. “It’s fine. Did you drive? I’ll wait for you in the car.”
Gian nodded, handed her the car keys, and told her where he’d parked in the underground garage. “If you get bored, feel free to drive back to the office. I’ll grab a cab later.”
With that, he followed Mr. Keeley back into the private suite.
Everyone present had witnessed the scene—how easily Gian had handed her the keys, how he’d covered her losses at the card table. Their relationship had to be close for him to trust her like that.
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