Chapter 275

Finn's knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists.

"How despicable. Should we report them?"

His gaze locked onto the silver-masked man across the table, who was leisurely stacking his chips.

"Where's the proof?" Vivian chuckled. "Those micro cameras are smaller than rice grains. They can be disposed of in an instant."

The gambling king's pile of chips had dwindled to nothing.

The room fell deathly silent.

Every spectator held their breath as the gambling king removed his golden mask. His usually confident face now bore the look of utter defeat.

"As expected of the legendary Winner..."

"Mr. Golden has met his match this time..."

Whispers rippled through the crowd. The impostor Winner lounged back in his chair, tapping the table with idle fingers.

"Any other challengers?"

Arrogance dripped from his voice.

The crowd instinctively took half a step back.

"If there's no one—"

"I'll play."

A cool female voice cut through the silence.

All heads turned. A woman in a black lace mask glided forward, the hem of her gown swaying with each step.

Finn sucked in a sharp breath.

"Master!"

He reached for Vivian's sleeve but grasped only air.

Up on the second-floor balcony, Ethan's wineglass tilted abruptly. Crimson liquid splashed onto his pristine white cuff, yet he didn't even notice.

"It's her..."

His eyes burned into that familiar silhouette.

Zero stood in the shadows, the corner of his mouth curling beneath his mask.

At the table, the impostor Winner narrowed his eyes.

"You're certain you want to play, miss?"

Vivian took the seat across from him without hesitation. Her slender fingers traced the edge of a playing card.

"What's wrong? Scared?"

Her whisper ignited the entire casino.