NovelEnglishChloe picked up the phone and called a friend.
A few minutes later, the manager of the underground casino at the nightclub got a mysterious phone call. Just as
luck would have it, Rat walked back into the casino, where the air buzzed with the excitement of high-stakes
gambling. The urge to join in was almost unbearable for him.
Despite knowing the chip counter wouldn't offer him more credit, Rat couldn't resist. He approached the
manager, "Mr. Money, could you spotanother fifty thousand? | promise I'll pay you back, with interest."
To Rat's surprise, the manager, who had been rather chilly with him just thirty minutes earlier, was now all
smiles. "You're one of our VIPs. Take as many chips as you want. Don't worry about the money. Just have a great
time."
Rat was thrilled and didn't stop to question Mr. Money's sudden change in demeanor. All he could think about
was getting back to the tables. "So, can | get credit for five hundred thousand then?"
"Of course! Even five million is on the table for you."
Rat's eyes shone as he quickly exchanged a hefty pile of chips at the counter. Watching him practically skip
away, a chip runner leaned over to Mr. Money, whispering, "Boss, he's already six million in the hole. Why give
him more credit? He'll never pay it back." Mr. Money, short and round, his suit straining against his bulk,
chuckled with the air of a jolly Buddha, but his eyes held a sharp edge. "Orders from above. Don't ask
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From the second floor of the casino, Chloe observed for a bit. In just twenty minutes, Ricky had gone back to the
counter twice, first for two million and then for another five million in chips. Chloe didn't bother to confront him;
she simply left.
As she stepped out of Night Veil, the
sky had already fallen dark. Chloe made her way to the CN Tower. Connor had just wrapped up a meeting and
was leaving the conference room. When he entered his office, he found Chloe lounging in his chair, lazily
spinning around, a picture frin her hands.
The frheld a photo of a little girl Connor always kept on his desk. The first tChloe saw it, she was
intrigued and asked if it was his daughter. Connor had been amused, almost annoyed. Over time, she asked
again, and he would always give her a playful, evasive response, leaving her to guess.
Chloe studied the photo, her brow furrowed in confusion. Connor found her puzzlement endearing. He walked
over, dropped his paperwork on the desk, and casually perched on its edge. "Have you figured it out yet?" he
teased.
The photo was old, its surface
slightly worn The little girl's
beaming smile was the most vivid part left. From the moment Chloe first laid eyes on it, she felt an odd
familiarity. She had assumed it might be a relative from her childhood. But today, as she looked again, a wave of
recognition washed over her.
Finally, it clicked. Chloe looked up, her face full of questions. "Wait, that's me!" Connor's eyes sparkled with
delight. "Took you long enough to remember, you goof!"
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