Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 1003

The dealer’s face twisted in frustration. “You’re looking for trouble!”

Suddenly, everything clicked for the other gamblers. So that was the trick?

Unbelievable! This casino really thought they could treat people like idiots. Was this even legal?

Sweet Potato scoffed, “So you run a crooked game and expect us to keep quiet?”

The dealer glared at him. “You’re in this together, aren’t you?”

Sweet Potato pulled a gadget from his bag, loading it with a loud click.

“Yeah, you got that right. I’m here to set things straight.”

Everyone stared, stunned by his move. Whatever he was holding looked a lot more advanced than anything the casino had ever seen.

“Who are you? What do you want from us?”

Only then did the dealer realize these folks weren’t just any customers. They’d come ready for trouble.

Sweet Potato grinned. “Like I said, we’re here for some real justice.”

The dealer couldn’t keep control anymore. He quickly motioned for his assistant to get the manager Mark. After the owner, Greg, nobody outranked him here.

Mark took one look around and saw this was more than a normal dispute. These people were here to mess things up, but he couldn’t guess their endgame.

“Let’s talk this out, okay? If this is about money, you’ll get exactly what you’re owed. Not a cent less.”

Mark was smooth, the kind of guy who’d seen it all and never lost his cool.

“If that’s true, then why did you accuse us of cheating as soon as we started winning? You’re the ones running the scam! You’re nothing but a bunch of crooks!”

“Exactly! You rolled five smalls in a row. We lost everything. This guy here called you out and helped us win a few rounds, and now you accuse him of cheating? You even ell us to leave our winnings and get out, or else. I’ve seen shameless before, but this? This is some next level shit.”

If money could fix tonight’s mess, that was good enough for him.

The dealer glared at everyone, but he didn’t dare go against Mark. He paid out the winnings and hurried everyone out.

The gamblers were grateful to Lydia and Sweet Potato, but the tension in the air was thick.

“Come on, get moving. We’ll handle the rest,” Sweet Potato said, catching their worried looks and waving them toward the exit.

Mark glanced nervously at Lydia, still trying to smile. “Miss, can you please put the gun down now?”

Lydia’s eyes turned icy. “Even if I pulled the trigger right now, what could you possibly do about it?”

Mark’s hands curled into fists, but he kept quiet.

Suddenly, a voice thundered from upstairs. “Who’s got the guts to cause trouble in my place?”