Chapter 287

Mr. Golden adjusted his cuffs, preparing to return to the table.

His friend grabbed his arm. "Are you insane? Didn't you lose enough just now?"

Mr. Golden shook him off. "It's an honor to face the legendary Winner."

"You're out of your mind!" His friend stomped in frustration. "That's real money you're throwing away!"

Slipping on his gloves, Mr. Golden's gaze hardened. "Money means nothing. A chance to challenge Winner is priceless."

He strode to the table and took the seat opposite Vivian.

Behind her mask, Vivian's lips curved. "Long time no see, Mr. Golden."

"Winner," he exhaled deeply. "I look forward to learning from you."

The game began.

Vivian's fingers glided over the cards with effortless grace. She didn't need tricks—her psychological mastery predicted every move.

Beads of sweat formed on Mr. Golden's forehead.

"I concede." After three rounds, he dropped his cards in defeat.

Vivian smiled. "Your generosity."

The room erupted in murmurs.

Even the King of Gamblers had fallen. No one dared challenge the mysterious Winner now.

The priceless diamond necklace finally rested in Vivian's hands. Its brilliance reflected off her mask, shimmering like stars.

The impostors were exposed. They'd hoped to profit by impersonating Winner, only to flee in disgrace when facing the real deal.

"Your cut." Vivian slid a stack of chips toward Ethan.

He shook his head. "I told you—I don't want it."

"Take it." Her voice was light. "We made a fortune tonight. Everyone gets a share."

Her masked laughter danced between them.

Ethan could almost see the mischievous glint in her eyes—like a fox who'd stolen the cream.

His throat tightened as he resisted the urge to rip off that mask.

Tonight, Vivian remained the ultimate victor.

She hadn't just claimed the jackpot. She'd cemented Winner's legend across the casino once more.