Chapter 638
Chapter 638:
He opened his mouth to continue, but the sound of a careless whistle cut him off.
Turning, he saw a man in a loud floral shirt eyeing Alisha with a brazen stare, walking straight toward them.
Ashton and Alisha stood close, their unspoken bond as clear as day to anyone watching. Whether they looked like lovers or not, their connection was unmistakable. But the man in the floral shirt didn’t care about that connection. Ignoring Ashton entirely, he shouldered past him with bold swagger and whistled at Alisha, a smirk stretching across his face.
With a cocky gleam in his eye, he sidled up to her. “Well, well,” he drawled, “didn’t expect to find a gem like you in a place like this. Here for a little thrill, aren’t you?” Before Alisha could fire back, he continued, his tone thick with self-assurance, “Antoni Schmidt’s the name, but around here, they call me the Casino King. Seen plenty of ladies like you searching for a spark. How about I show you the wildest ride of your life?”
At his words, Alisha’s expression turned as frosty as a winter’s dawn. She met his gaze with pure disdain. “What nonsense are you spewing? I don’t care if you think you’re the king of this place. I’m not interested. Just so we’re clear—I’m here with my boyfriend. If I want excitement, I’ll find it with him. As for you, don’t even dream of it.”
With that, she looped her arms around Ashton, pulling him close.
Ashton, aware that the types who roamed these places rarely had noble intentions, chose to let her claim stand and returned her embrace to keep her shielded. Antoni’s expression flickered with irritation as he eyed Ashton. He then turned back to Alisha, undeterred. “You’ve got it wrong, sweetheart. I’m not talking about the same old song and dance of romance. The thrill of mere attraction has its limits. What I’m offering is the high-stakes pulse of winning against the odds and mastering your fate!”
Alisha’s face remained impassive. “I told you, I’m not interested. Why don’t you take a hint?”
Antoni just chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Come now, beauty, who steps foot in a casino without wanting a taste of the action? I bet you just don’t know about my reputation as a gambler.”
Leaning in with a grin, he added, “Picture this: I once turned twenty dollars into over two million in a single night right here! ‘A legend in his own lifetime,’ they call me.”
As he spoke, the dealer at the nearby table gave the dice cup a final shake, inviting the crowd to place their bets. Antoni threw a casual glance at the table, plucked a fifty-dollar chip from his stack, and tossed it down on the rarest bet: six spots up on every die. A reckless wager that few dared.
The regulars around him held their breath. They’d all heard the tales of Antoni’s winning streaks, but this wager was as brazen as they came.
Six dice, all showing six spots—a bet that defied logic. The dealer lifted the cup, and gasps swept through the crowd.
Against all odds, every die showed six spots. Antoni’s fifty-dollar bet had just morphed into a three-thousand-dollar windfall.
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