Chapter 272

The crowd instinctively parted to form a pathway.

"It's me," the man declared without hesitation.

Finn Deross tugged excitedly at Vivian Laurent's sleeve. "Master, look! It's Winner! That aura—truly worthy of the Gambling God!"

Vivian remained silent.

If he was Winner, then what did that make her?

As for his so-called aura? She didn't see it.

Now she understood the rumors. Someone had been impersonating her, deliberately spreading false information.

The mask concealed the man's face. He wasn't anyone she recognized—certainly not Lucas Lefèvre.

She decided not to expose him yet. She wanted to see what this impostor was planning.

The moment "Winner" appeared, all eyes turned toward him.

He strode confidently toward Mr. Golden, exuding ease.

"Gambling God versus Gambling King—who are you betting on?"

"Is that even a question? How can a mere king compare to a god? Look, Mr. Golden's hands are shaking."

"First time seeing the Gambling God in person. Is he really as legendary as they say?"

"Of course. When he strikes, blood is spilled. He never leaves survivors."

Vivian watched coldly. The audacity of this fraudster, parading around under her name.

This was the downside of a secret identity. If she hadn't been here in person, she wouldn't have known someone was impersonating her.

"Mr. Golden, care for a game?" the man taunted.

But the Gambling King studied him intently. "Are you really Winner?"

"Naturally," the impostor boasted shamelessly.

Mr. Golden narrowed his eyes. "The Winner I met last time was a woman."

"Who said I'm a woman?" The man scoffed. "I occasionally appear in female guise. As for how I do it..." He paused meaningfully. "If you're scared, Mr. Golden, you can still back out now."

Vivian's brow furrowed. Not only was this man impersonating her, but he was also being outrageously arrogant.

She had always kept a low profile, never seeking unnecessary conflict. These reckless claims were tarnishing the name "Winner."

"Scared?" Mr. Golden sneered. "Perfect. I've been wanting a rematch."

The game began.

Mr. Golden, who had been on a winning streak, was visibly tense. Vivian observed the play closely—his hand was strong.

Yet the impostor seemed to see right through his cards, countering every move with precision.

The Gambling King grew increasingly cautious, while his opponent appeared effortlessly in control.