Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1833

Very quickly.

Lights converged on every gaming table.

The results were exactly the same as in the VIP room.

Whether it was cards, dice, or dominoes...

Every single piece of equipment revealed the glowing "lily of the valley" pattern.

"If anyone is still skeptical, I can go through the other private rooms and test them one by one," Coralie's cool voice echoed through the hall.

"There's no need for that..."

The guests murmured their agreement; the facts were right in front of them.

"Didn't someone say Westshore was cheating because an extra card turned up?"

A guest who had grasped the situation spoke up in confusion.

"Yeah, where is that extra card?" Another guest chimed in. "That card didn't seem to have the lily of the valley pattern when they tested it."

"The casino changed all its equipment. They wouldn't have missed just one single card, right?"

Someone who saw right through the setup pointedly remarked, "Look, I've been playing at Westshore for years, and I've won enough to buy a few villas."

"Ms. Quill wouldn't stoop to such petty, underhanded tricks."

"I bet someone was just jealous of how well Ms. Quill's business is doing and came here specifically to cause trouble."

As soon as those words fell.

Coralie's gaze shifted to the scarred man standing opposite her.

"This idiot... excuse me, this gentleman." Coralie smirked, a hollow smile on her lips. "You claimed earlier that the card belonged to Westshore Casino. Now, let's test it again in front of everyone and see if it has the new security mark."

The scarred man gripped the card, his face looking awful, completely speechless.

He had been so confident that his smear campaign would work.

Who would have thought.

This broad was so sharp that she had kept a trump card hidden up her sleeve.

"I guess it was just a misunderstanding on my part." The scarred man forced a smile, trying to laugh it off. "Since it's a misunderstanding, we'll just be on our way."

With that, the scarred man turned to leave.

"Did the Boss say you could leave?"

Channing blocked the man's path, his voice low, cold, and terrifying. "The card. Hand it over."

"Are you giving me orders?"

The scarred man had hated Channing from the start. He glared at him and sneered, "You're nothing but Coralie's lapdog. What right do you have to throw your weight around in front of me?"

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