Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 999

The Stratosphere Tower glowed in the distance, its lights rising into the night sky and joining the sea of city lights below. Cars moved through the streets like rivers of stars, weaving a scene that was pure Las Vegas—where old-school glitz mixed with modern dazzle.

Inside a luxury casino, the air was thick with tension. At the baccarat table, the dealer flicked cards with practiced ease. Chips changed hands in a blur. Some players stared hard at their cards, sweat beading on their foreheads. Others, faces flushed with excitement, shouted as they slammed down their bets. Smoke drifted overhead, mixing with the bright lights and the hum of greed. Here, people chased luck, some with hope and swagger, others already beaten by the night.

In the middle of all this, a few newcomers slipped in, unnoticed. Connor and Lydia wore black British-style hats, pulled low so you could barely see their eyes. Aiden hovered beside Connor, eyeing the room. He leaned in close. “Boss, Greg’s probably in his private suite up top. We can’t get up there unless we force it.”

Connor nodded. “Yeah.”

Breaking in, turning the place upside down, that would be easy for them. But there were too many people around tonight. They were here for Greg, not to hurt anyone who just came to play.

Lydia spoke up, cool and direct. “If we’re here to make a scene, let’s make him come down to us.”

Sweet Potato caught on right away. He glanced around. “Lydia, why don’t we start small? There’s a dice game over there.”

Lydia gave a quick nod. “Sure.”

The dice table was packed. Everyone’s attention was on the dealer at the center. He wore a crisp uniform, his bow tie perfectly straight, silver cufflinks catching the light. His face was serious, eyes sharp behind rimless glasses, long fingers steady on the dice shaker.

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