SWNOVELS Chapter 507
Chloe picked up the phone and called a friend.
A few minutes later, the manager of the underground casino at the nightclub got a mysterious phone call. Just as luck would have it, Rat walked back into the casino, where the air buzzed with the excitement of high-stakes gambling. The urge to join in was almost unbearable for him.
Despite knowing the chip counter wouldn't offer him more credit, Rat couldn't resist. He approached the manager, "Mr. Money, could you spot me another fifty thousand? I promise I'll pay you back, with interest."
To Rat's surprise, the manager, who had been rather chilly with him just thirty minutes earlier, was now all smiles. "You're one of our VIPs. Take as many chips as you want. Don't worry about the money. Just have a great time."
Rat was thrilled and didn't stop to question Mr. Money's sudden change in demeanor. All he could think about was getting back to the tables. "So, can I get credit for five hundred thousand then?"
"Of course! Even five million is on the table for you."
Rat's eyes shone as he quickly exchanged a hefty pile of chips at the counter. Watching him practically skip away, a chip runner leaned over to Mr. Money, whispering, "Boss, he's already six million in the hole. Why give him more credit? He'll never pay it back." Mr. Money, short and round, his suit straining against his bulk, chuckled with the air of a jolly Buddha, but his eyes held a sharp edge. "Orders from above. Don't ask questions."
From the second floor of the casino, Chloe observed for a bit. In just twenty minutes, Ricky had gone back to the counter twice, first for two million and then for another five million in chips. Chloe didn't bother to confront him; she simply left.
As she stepped out of Night Veil, the
sky had already fallen dark. Chloe made her way to the CN Tower. Connor had just wrapped up a meeting and was leaving the conference room. When he entered his office, he found Chloe lounging in his chair, lazily spinning around, a picture frame in her hands.
The frame held a photo of a little girl Connor always kept on his desk. The first time Chloe saw it, she was intrigued and asked if it was his daughter. Connor had been amused, almost annoyed. Over time, she asked again, and he would always give her a playful, evasive response, leaving her to guess.
Chloe studied the photo, her brow furrowed in confusion. Connor found her puzzlement endearing. He walked over, dropped his paperwork on the desk, and casually perched on its edge. "Have you figured it out yet?" he teased.
The photo was old, its surface
slightly worn The little girl's
beaming smile was the most vivid part left. From the moment Chloe first laid eyes on it, she felt an odd familiarity. She had assumed it might be a relative from her childhood. But today, as she looked again, a wave of recognition washed over her.
Finally, it clicked. Chloe looked up, her face full of questions. "Wait, that's me!" Connor's eyes sparkled with delight. "Took you long enough to remember, you goof!"