Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin) novel Chapter 251

Frankie set down his mug and stood up, looking at Todd with a helpless yet firm expression. "Stay home and take care of yourself. Wait for my good news."

Todd nodded heavily, watching as Frankie walked out the door.

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At night, Golden Plaza was bustling with people. The atmosphere was lively and extravagant.

In the farthest corner of the plaza stood a high-end hotel, a place where luxury cars gathered almost every night.

At the entrance of this grand hotel, a black Bentley rolled to a stop. The driver immediately stepped out, respectfully opening the back door.

Henry emerged, clad in a black suit. He adjusted his jacket, subtly attempting to conceal his protruding beer belly before striding inside.

The hotel's interior was lavish, with golden hues reflecting off every mirrored surface, creating an illusion of stepping into paradise. This establishment had flourished over the past two years, but its true significance lay beneath the surface.

Descending the stairs step by step, a vast hall unfolded before Henry's eyes. This was the underground level. The hall was lined with neatly arranged gambling tables, each one packed with players. Tall, stunning female dealers stood at the tables, flashing poised smiles as they expertly dealt the cards.

As Henry made his way down, many people greeted him respectfully. Clearly, he was no stranger here.

The manager, Atticus Langley, quickly approached, flashing a flattering smile. "Mr. Yates, we have a big game tonight. Are you interested?"

Henry relished the attention and lifted his chin arrogantly. "Oh? Show me."

Atticus immediately lowered his head and gestured. "This way, Mr. Yates."

Walking alongside Atticus, Henry caught the envious gazes of others around him.

"That's Henry Yates, CEO of Yates Corporation, right? The Yates family is loaded."

"Yeah, their reputation has been great these past few years."

Giving her another squeeze, he finally turned to Atticus. "Where's the other party? Not here yet?"

Atticus chuckled. "He's here. He should be coming in any second now."

Right on cue, the private room door swung open. Everyone turned toward the entrance.

A young man, Ambrose Lancaster, barely in his 20s and dripping in luxury brands, sauntered in with an air of arrogance.

Henry eyed him up and down. After so many years in Dudore, he was familiar with nearly every elite heir. But this one? He was a stranger. He figured the guy was some nouveau riche from another city.

Relaxing into his chair, Henry crossed one leg over the other. It was just a cocky kid. Looked like tonight would be another easy win.

Ambrose smirked lazily as he glanced at Henry before turning to Atticus. In a mocking voice, he scoffed and said, "So, this is the old man you lined up for me tonight?"

Atticus, who was standing beside them, merely lowered his head and smiled obsequiously.