Chapter 285

"So he was cheating those rounds too?"

"You saw through his tricks all along, didn't you? Winning against a cheater—I'm more curious about who you really are."

"That was incredible. Never seen such an exhilarating game."

The girl's performance was nothing short of stunning. She'd not only won multiple rounds against a cheating opponent but also exposed his methods on the spot. The crowd loved every second of it, their gazes filled with admiration.

The exposed impostor bristled like a cornered cat. "Lies! If I'm not Winner, then who is? You? Just because you won a few hands, you think you can deny my identity?"

Feeling the weight of skeptical stares, he grew increasingly flustered and decided to turn the tables. "Your cards are the problem! You're the one cheating!"

He whirled toward the onlookers, his voice hoarse with desperation. "Look closely, everyone! This woman is the fraud. My skills are legitimate—that's why she won. She rigged the game and now points fingers at me!"

His shouts grew louder, veins bulging at his temples, every inch of him radiating guilt.

Vivian Laurent scoffed. "No need to yell. We can all hear you. If you're innocent, why panic?"

"How would you feel if you were framed?" the impostor snapped, his neck stiff with defiance. But his right hand subtly inched toward his earlobe, attempting to remove the hidden micro earpiece.

Vivian had anticipated this. She seized his wrist and slammed it onto the table. The tiny device clattered onto the surface, its metallic ping ringing through the silence.

Irrefutable proof.

She exchanged a glance with Ethan Roscente, who handed her his phone. She pulled up a recording. "The entire thing's here. Everyone can see his techniques for themselves."

The impostor thrashed wildly, but Vivian held him down effortlessly. "This is a setup!" he shrieked. "You rigged this! You're the cheater, and you're the one denying I'm the Gambling King! What's your game? Don't let her fool you!"

"My goal is simple," Vivian said coldly. "I can't stand frauds tarnishing Winner's name. The real Winner would never disgrace himself like you."

If this impostor hadn't crossed her path, she wouldn't have bothered exposing him.

"As for your accusation that I cheated—show me proof. If you have any, I'll cooperate fully." She released him, looking down with icy disdain. "Right now, you should worry about clearing your own name."

"You—" The impostor paled, trembling like a leaf.

His eyes suddenly widened. "How could you spot my tricks so easily? Unless... you're the real—"