SWNOVELS Chapter 316
Connor expertly guided Camila through the bustling casino floor, explaining the different games and their rules along the way.
"Have you played anything before?" he asked.
"I think it was called Three Man, but I don't really know the rules. I played a few rounds and lost; luck's never really been on my side," Camila replied with a laugh.
Connor smiled and gently ruffled her hair. "I'll help you win it back."
Camila shook her head, still smiling. "I don't believe it. Promise me, win or lose, we stop after five hundred."
"Deal," Connor agreed with a grin.
They stopped in front of a slot machine, and Connor pointed at it. "Want to give this a try?"
Camila looked at the machine, a bit puzzled. "I have no idea how to play."
"It's simple. Put in money, press the button, and if the same symbols line up, you win," Connor explained, placing some coins in her hand.
Camila inserted the coins and pressed the button. The symbols on the slot machine began to spin rapidly. Her eyes were glued to the screen, her heartbeat syncing with the spinning reels. Suddenly, the symbols stopped, and a row of matching icons appeared. Camila was stunned. She quickly looked up at Connor, eyes wide with excitement and disbelief.
"Did I win?" she exclaimed.
Connor smiled at her, the joy of the moment reflecting in his own expression. He reached out and gently ruffled her hair again. "Looks like you're pretty lucky after all."
Soon, the machine spat out a cash voucher. Camila grabbed it, her eyes widening at the amount displayed: $1228.50!
"Ten bucks won this much?" she asked in amazement.
Connor nodded, still smiling. "Yep."
"Do you want to keep playing?" he asked.
Camila shook her head, still smiling. "Nope, I've hit my target!"
"Alright then, let's walk around a bit more and then head back to the room."
"Sounds good."
Hand in hand, Connor and Camila strolled through the casino, with
Camila curiously observing the net
gamblers at the tables. Suddenly, her gaze fixed on a familiar figure. en.swhovels.net
"Isn't that Mr. Steven?" she whispered to Connor.
"Which Mr. Steven?" Connor followed her gaze, his brow furrowing slightly.
Was Steven still gambling?
Steven sat tensely at a table, his stack of chips growing steadily. His eyes were fixed on the dealer's hand, and as the last card was turned over, the hope in his eyes shattered instantly, his whole demeanor deflating.
Connor called over the manager and asked, "Has Steven not lost everything yet?"
The manager replied quietly, "He
was in the VIP room before, lost about 700 million. Heard he sold his house and car, and has been playing here for six days straight, allosses. He's nearly lost everything.
Connor's lips twitched slightly.
Hearing their conversation, Camila frowned slightly. Steven coming to gamble in Fernwood Valley was likely Connor's doing.
Once the manager left, Connor turned to face Camila directly, not avoiding her gaze, and openly admitted his actions.
"I had someone encourage him to come and gamble," he confessed without hesitation.