Praying silently within her heart, Ivana Bennett casually tossed out a handful of chips as her stake.
Noting that Ivana was practically curled up under the table, Night Wind Yang found it odd but did not find it appropriate to ask, he simply dealt the second card to the gamblers.
Not far away, Lucas Walker spoke up, "What's wrong?"
"The news I just received, Miss's SIM card..." The butler hesitated, "It's severely damaged. The experts can't recover the data."
They thought he would fly into a rage.
Unexpectedly, Lucas Walker merely glanced at Ivana Bennett, who was hiding behind her plate near the poker table, and slightly curved his lips into a light smile.
"Then let it be."
She was right in front of his eyes now, so the SIM card didn't mean much anymore.
The butler was slightly surprised.
But Lucas Walker had already issued another order, "Go check the list and information of all guests in the VIP suite on the eighth floor. Do it now."
"Yes, Count."
