The bodyguard blocked the door with a stern face, glanced at the blushing, timid cheek of the croupier, and murmured with mock scorn, "Brother Chen is not someone just anyone can meet. How long have you been here that such a trivial thing dares to bother him, now scoot."
Tonight, everyone in the casino knew that there was a high-status visitor, and no one was allowed on the second floor.
This innocent-looking croupier seemed to be tired of living.
The scolding from Brother Yong had turned the croupier's face pale, her fingers twisted tightly in front of her, and her gaze once more flickered towards the man by the gambling table.
She was the star croupier of Puyin, embodying both innocence and allure, and even her voice had been praised for being sweet yet not cloying.
Why wouldn't that man even glance at her?
