Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 1000

All at once, every gambler at the table shot him furious looks, their eyes practically setting him on fire. You could almost feel them wishing they could tear him apart right there.

One guy leaned in, voice sharp. “Kid, are you just here to mess with us?”

Another shouted, “Do you even know how much we’ve lost? This round has to be big!”

“That’s right, it has to be big!” someone else echoed.

Sweet Potato looked awkward, rubbing the back of his head, a little regret written all over his face. “Sorry, everyone. Honestly, my family’s barely scraping by. I’ve got a baby at home who needs formula.”

A woman across from him gave a cold snort. “You? You look young and healthy. Doesn’t seem like you’re hurting for money.”

Sweet Potato tried to explain, his voice sincere. “I swear, it’s rough for me right now.”

“You better not be here just to stir trouble,” another gambler warned.

“Yeah, enough talk. Let’s stick with big!”

“Big! Big! Big!” The chant picked up steam, everyone turning back to the table, their voices wild and desperate, like they were locked in a battle with fate itself.

The dealer swept his gaze over the crowd, then slowly lifted the dice cup, almost as if he was revealing fate’s final answer.

“Small.” The dealer’s voice was cold and steady, and the room seemed to explode with emotion.

Sweet Potato let out a whoop. “Yes! It’s small! Small again!”

The people who had bet on big just stood there, stunned. Their eyes looked empty, hands clutching their crumpled bills like they’d just lost a piece of their soul.

Four smalls in a row. It felt impossible, but here it was.

“How is this even happening? Four in a row?”

“Yeah, damn it, I’ve lost everything but my underwear!”

“I’m down three million. I refuse to believe I can’t win once! Screw it, I’m betting big again!” With that, he shoved two fat stacks of cash onto the big section.

Some gamblers glanced at their flat wallets, suddenly feeling a little sympathy for Sweet Potato. When you’re broke, a thousand is real money.

Just then, Lydia pulled out two neat stacks from her purse and placed them on small. Her voice was cool and calm. “Small.”

The guy betting big grumbled and turned to her. “Hey there, do your family even know you snuck into a casino?”

Before Lydia could say a word, Connor, tall and stone-faced beside her, answered, “They know. They’re fine with it.”

The man took one look at Connor and decided to keep quiet.

Sweet Potato, beaming with excitement, put his own two thousand down on small. “I’m sticking with small too,” he said, barely containing his joy.

The crowd hesitated, torn. Four smalls in a row... Could it really come up small again? No way, right?

“Forget it, I’m not backing down. I’m betting big!”

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