As the sun set and the stars appeared, faint light filtered through the window into the room.
Katie was sleeping in Adam's arms.
However, although the day retreated, the darkness was just beginning.
At Tarot Club, General Manager's Office.
Paul stared at the man opposite with icy eyes.
The man, around thirty years old, wore a black Zhongshan suit, had long flowing hair, fair complexion, and played with a casino chip between his fingers. The green chip danced between his fingers, spinning and disappearing at times, his movements agile and dazzling.
"Mr. Booker, what do you think?"
"As long as you nod, I'll share thirty percent of the casino's profits with you. This is a risk-free deal, you'll only make a profit."
The man spoke calmly, without a hint of fear, as if he were sitting ac
