“Show me your hand.” The dealer’s voice was icy. Everyone’s eyes locked onto her.
Nelly didn’t move. She kept her hands clenched tight, her whole body tense and still.
Brody’s eyebrows drew together. They had been stopped right when they were about to switch cards. Now, Nelly still had one card in her hand.
When Nelly stayed silent, two huge men with rough faces walked in. One of them reached out, ready to force her hand open.
“Wait.”
Brody spoke up just in time.
“She’s my wife. I don’t want anyone else touching her. If you need to check, let me do it.”
The man beside Nelly paused, glancing at the dealer for instructions.
The dealer smiled a little. So many people were watching. Even if it wasn’t his own man checking, it wasn’t like that card could just disappear.
“Let him,” the dealer said, his voice a bit softer now. He gave a small, polite gesture.
The men around Nelly stepped aside. Brody finally stood and walked over. He crouched down in front of her, his eyes meeting hers.
Nelly’s gaze flickered. She swallowed, her face calm and unreadable.
Brody knelt there, the corners of his mouth turning up in a faint smile. “I told you, people who always win at the casino never have a good ending. Looks like I was right.”
“Brody…” Nelly’s voice came out slow and low.
She blinked, noticing the crease between his brows. Something seemed to click for her. Suddenly, she let out a sharp, mocking snort. Before anyone could react, she slapped him, hard, right across the face.
“If I’m going down, you’re not getting off easy either. Don’t even think about running off with your little girlfriend!”

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