Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 832

Seeing the massive influx of cash, the casino manager immediately ushered them into the exclusive Terrestrial Tier.

The Terrestrial Tier was a stark contrast to the Mundane Tier. It was a haven of intoxicating luxury, teeming with stunning women, impeccably dressed high-rollers, and incredibly eager VIP dealers.

Gregory, a rural nobody, had never experienced anything like it. His ego swelled instantly, and high on the thrill, he threw himself into the high-stakes games.

But a fish that willingly jumps into a shark tank only leaves in pieces.

At first, Gregory caught a lucky streak and went up a hundred thousand. But his greed rapidly spiraled out of control, and he began throwing down reckless, massive bets. In no time, the house swallowed his winnings and obliterated his initial million-dollar stake.

Gregory had never seen that kind of wealth in his entire life, and losing it drove him manic. He marched back to the cashier and authorized another million. When he realized the mysterious black card had virtually limitless credit, the gambler's delusion completely hijacked his brain. All he cared about was winning his money back.

Knowing they had a whale on the hook, the house dealers ruthlessly closed the trap. In just three hours, Gregory bled over five million dollars.

Realizing they were plunging into an abyss, Sheila desperately grabbed Gregory's arm. "Honey, we need to leave. We can come back when our luck turns."

Gregory shoved her violently. "Get off me! It's because you're standing over me looking miserable that my luck went to hell!"

Sheila was furious, but she couldn't let him destroy them. She tried to soften her voice. "Honey, we've already lost five million. What if the card declines? We won't have a way out."

The words hit Gregory like a bucket of ice water. "Five million?"

Before arriving in Stormhollow, he couldn't even scrape together five thousand dollars.

The room spun, and Gregory nearly collapsed.

"Honey!" Sheila scrambled to catch him.

Once the shock wore off, Gregory slapped her hard. "You useless bitch! Why didn't you stop me? That was five million dollars!"

Sheila clutched her stinging cheek, grinding her teeth. She *had* tried to stop him; the bastard just refused to listen.

Just as the two were about to start a screaming match on the casino floor, Manager Rowan smoothly approached with a champagne cart.

"Mr. Shawcross, let's keep things friendly! Fortune favors the calm."

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