A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust novel Chapter 885

Crispin glanced over at Calliope. “Damien’s gonna stick with you, right?”

Portia nodded. “Aren’t you coming with us, bro?”

“I’ve got someone to meet. Got a few things to sort out,” Crispin replied, giving Portia’s hair a playful ruffle. “You just hang out with Callie and have fun, okay? Callie, I’m counting on you to keep an eye on her. I’ll Venmo you guys some money—don’t go too wild.”

He trusted Calliope to keep things under control, so he didn’t say much more.

As he finished speaking, he pulled out his phone and transferred Calliope a cool hundred grand.

“That gonna be enough?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “As long as you’re not betting like you’re in a Martin Scorsese movie, that should last a while.”

“If you need more, just tell me.”

Calliope grinned. “Crispin, that’s more than enough. You’re spoiling us.”

“Don’t be so polite, Callie,” Crispin replied with a laugh. “Portia’s my kid sister, but you’re family too. Same goes for Mavis.”

“You’re the best, Crispin,” Calliope said, shaking her head with a smile. “Alright, I won’t argue. If I win big, I’ll pay you back. If I lose it all… well, that’s on you.”

Crispin chuckled. “Deal. I’ll be waiting for my windfall!”

He knew the odds of actually winning at the casino were pretty slim.

He didn’t give them too much on purpose—just enough so they wouldn’t get in over their heads.

He shot Damien a meaningful look.

Then he said, “Damien, can I count on you to keep an eye on these two? If anything comes up, let me know.”

“Don’t worry,” Damien nodded.

Calliope nodded. “Don’t worry, your brother gave us plenty. We might even make a profit.”

“Right? You’re always lucky at these things. We’re totally gonna win.”

Portia muttered, “It’s just me who’s got rotten luck. If I start losing, you’ve gotta bail me out, okay?”

“No problem,” Calliope said, grinning. “Knock yourself out—I just need you to save me ten grand to play.”

“Well, then I’m going all in!”

“Go for it. Just promise me—stick to your brother’s money. Don’t dip into your own.”

“Deal,” Portia said, bouncing on her heels, ready for a wild night.