Chapter 593
Chapter 593:
Skye wore a red dress that clung to her like a second skin, a slit running up to her thigh. Alistair was in a tuxedo, looking every inch the billionaire playboy.
They walked in arm-in-arm. Heads turned. In a room full of sharks, they looked like megalodons.
“Security is tight,” Skye murmured, smiling for the cameras while her eyes scanned the room. “Facial rec at the door. Pit bosses every ten feet. And I count at least twenty armed guards disguised as floor staff p>
“Let them watch,” Alistair said. “We’re here to be seen p>
They went straight to the high-limit baccarat room.
Alistair sat down. “Table maximum p>
The dealer, a man with sweaty palms and shifting eyes, glanced at the pit boss. The pit boss nodded. A fresh fish.
“Place your bets,” the dealer said.
Alistair played sloppily. He bet on the Player, then the Banker, seemingly at random. He drank his martini too fast. He laughed too loud. Within twenty minutes, he had lost two million dollars.
High above in the surveillance room, Manager Zhou rubbed his hands together. “He’s tilting. Keep feeding him alcohol. Drain him dry p>
Skye stood behind Alistair, her hand on his shoulder. She leaned down to whisper in his ear. To an observer, it looked like a lover’s caress.
“The shoe is rigged,” Skye whispered. “Optical scanner on the front left. It reads the cards before they slide out. The dealer is wearing an earpiece p>
“I know,” Alistair murmured back. “Time to change the odds p>
Alistair tapped his ring against the table. It was a subtle, rhythmic tap. Inside the ring, a high-powered magnetic pulse generator—designed by Julian Vance—activated.
“All in,” Alistair said loudly, pushing a tower of chips worth fifty million dollars into the center.
The room went silent. The music seemed to stop.
The dealer froze. He touched his earpiece. The instruction from Zhou came through: Take it.
ո𝗼 рі𝗋𝖺с𝘺 𝗋е𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝘯 𝖻𝗲.c𝗼𝗺
The dealer smirked. He knew the next cards. Banker wins.
He dealt the cards.
Alistair flipped his. A King and an Eight. Natural eight.
The dealer flipped the Banker’s cards. A Queen and…
The machine had said it would be a Nine. But as the card slid out, the magnetic pulse from Alistair’s ring had interfered with the shuffler’s internal sorting mechanism just enough to disturb the sequence.
The card was a Four.
“Player wins,” Alistair said calmly.
The dealer turned pale. “That… that’s impossible p>
“Pay the man,” Skye said, her voice cutting through the silence.
Manager Zhou burst out of the back office, followed by six large men. “Stop! He’s cheating p>
The guards surrounded the table. The other patrons backed away, sensing violence.
“Cheating?” Alistair stood up. He towered over the guards. “I’m just lucky p>
“Search him!” Zhou screamed. “Take them to the back p>
A guard reached for Alistair.
Alistair didn’t move. But suddenly, the “waiter” serving drinks dropped his tray and pulled a silenced pistol. The “janitor” sweeping the floor pulled a baton.