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The professionals monitoring the table quickly gged it. Their analysis suggested that someone was cheating, and they locked their suspicion onto one man.

Normally, the dealer controlled the odds, but this time things slipped out of their hands. Sebastian’s winnings of 15 million chips doubled again in the final round, soaring to 60 million.

He became the biggest winner on the floor. Just as he began gathering his chips to leave, several staff members from The Seventh Door stepped in to block him.

“Sir, sorry, but we suspect you’ve been cheating.”

“I wasn’t cheating. I won this fair and square,” Sebastian replied coolly.

Caitlin jumped in. “Exactly, my husband won by skill. What do you n to do about it?”

“Then you’ll have no problem submitting to an inspection. Both of you,e with us.”

When they refused to step aside, Sebastianshed out with a sudden kick that sent one man flying, then grabbed Caitlin and moved to leave.

“Stop them! Don’t let them get away!”

Chaos erupted. Staff swarmed in, and the once orderly casino descended into disorder as Sebastian and Caitlin fought their iway /ithrough.

Soon they were surrounded. The leader stepped forward, raising his hand. “You two have broken the rules of The Seventh Door. Come with us. Our boss wants a word.”

Exactly what they’d been waiting for. Sebastian sneered. “Fine. Lead the way.”

They were escorted into arge conference room in the control center.

Sebastian mmed a hand on the table, shouting theatrically, “What the hell do you want with us? Let us go, or you’ll regret it! My father will make everyst one of you dogs crawl on your knees!”

Caitlin knew he was putting on an act, but she had never seen him y madman before. She had to dig her nails into her thigh just to keep fromughing.

Meanwhile, in the control center’s private office, a man in his sixties sat with his feet on the desk, puffing a cigar. He was Ignatius, the head of The Seventh Door.

Opposite him sat a burly man with a brutal face, speaking gravely. “Word just came in. They showed up today -at the Jonathan estate, no less. But Mr. Jonathan refused to see them. What now? Should we…”

Ignatius waved off the worry with a smoky exhale. “What’s there to fear? What can they dig up?”

“I’m not scared, just cautious.”

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“Rx. You handle the outside forces, I control everything in here. With both of us working together, who’s going to touch us?”

Their conversation was interrupted by a subordinate rushing in. “Boss, we just caught two cheaters.”

“Handle it the usual way. Do I really need to say it?”

The usual way was simple: only The Seventh Door was allowed to rig the game. Any yer caught cheating lost their hands as punishment.

“But this one seems important. He ims his father’s some high–ranking official, that hurting him will bring trouble.”

“Oh? Then I’ll see what kind of brat thinks he can stir up trouble in my house.”

Ignatius began to rise, but the man across from him stood first. “You don’t need to bother. Leave a fool like that to me. I’ll deal with him.”

“Fine.”

In the conference room, Sebastian banged on the table again, shouting like a lunatic. “You dare keep me locked up? When my father gets here, he’ll have you all kneeling and begging for mercy, you mangy mutts!”

Soon the doors swung open. A line of men marched in and nked the room, and then a hulking figure entered.

“Who dares cause trouble in The Seventh Door?” His deep voice rumbled.

“Manager, it’s these two. They were caught cheating and then made a scene,” one of the guards reported.

Both Caitlin and Sebastian turned to look. A huge, brutish man stood there, his face thick with flesh, radiating

menace.

They had called him “manager.” That meant he wasn’t Ignatius himself.

Caitlin’s eyes locked on his hand–and froze. Inked on the back was a ck serpent, coiled around his arm. Her heart jolted.

She remembered what her brother had told her: Dustin’s most distinctive feature was the ck snake tattoo wrapping his left arm.

And now… this man stood before her. Could it be James’s old master, Number Zero of The Silent Order- Dustin?

Before she could fully process it, the man swaggered forward, growling, “Do you know what happens to people who break our rules? Do you know the price for making trouble here?”

Caitlin mmed her hand on the table. “You’re Dustin!” fnb789 The rightful source is find?novel/fnb789

He staggered back a step, visibly shaken. “You….!”

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“The Silent Order, Dustin! Do you still remember James? You poisoned my brother! I’ve been hunting you all this time!” Her voice shook with fury, her eyes zing. “Finally, I’ve found you, you old bastard!”

“Caitlin? Sebastian?”

Dustin’s eyes widened. Recognition dawned, and for a moment the notorious man looked almost fearfulb, /bbas /bthough he’d walked straight into a trap.

“That’s Dustin?” Sebastian muttered in shock. They’d only heard James describe him; he had always hidden behind a mask. Now, face revealed, he looked every bit the vicious brute he was.

His nerve faltered. Even here, in his own territory, guilt gnawed at him. The moment they named him, instinct took over. He turned and bolted.

“Dustin! Stop!”

Caitlin vaulted the table in a single leap, sprinting after him. Sebastian was right behind her.

Everyone else froze, stunned. Dustin’s men, seeing their leader flee, panicked and scattered as well.

Dustin barreled through the casino, shoving gamblers, upending tables, sending chips and cards flying. Screams rang out as patrons scrambled.

Sebastian leapt onto the tables, sprinting across them with long strides. He closed the gap to just a few feet, thenunched himself forward, kicking Dustin hard in the back.

The man crashed to the ground. Rolling onto his back, he whipped out a weapon and aimed.

Bang!

Sebastian dodged, the bullet grazing past. Heshed out with a fierce kick, sending the weapon skittering across the floor, then drove his fist into Dustin’s jaw.

Dustin staggered,shed back with a brutal kick, and scrambled to his feet–only to find Caitlin cutting him off. She drove a fist straight into his face, forcing him back.

Trapped between them, Dustin had no way out. Snarling, he nted his feet. If escape was impossible, then he would fight.

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