At Casino Grand Costa.
"You have three weeks left, John. Last night, you've borrowed another two thousand dollars. I can't continue to credit you like this. "
Bernardo said. His voice was smooth. John was sitting down in front of him. The man had lost all of his money again. John shoved a hand in his hair with a very frustrated mood. He had sat at the baccarat table from the early evening until morning and managed to lose it all.
"I almost got my money back at dawn."
John's mumbled, his hands were shaking with sad emotion. His problem was, he played without consciousness. When he won and got lots of money he didn't stop but kept going with the hope to gain more. He would have to blame greed in his own heart.
Gambling was one of the most powerful tools of the devil. It blurred a man's
