Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1891

Coralie returned to her room to change, but that wave of nausea hit her again.

Yesterday, she blamed it on the iced coffee, but what about today?

Why was she still feeling sick?

Coralie bit her lip, staring at the prescription anxiety medication in her hand. A bad feeling settled in her gut.

After a moment of hesitation, she put the pills back and just drank some water.

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The casino.

The recent drama hadn't affected them at all; business was booming.

"Ms. Quill, you're here."

The casino manager stepped forward, respectfully reporting the recent operations.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Coralie walked ahead in a sleek slip dress that highlighted her slender neck and long legs.

Looking closely, there was a deep, undeniable mark on the back of her neck. Anyone with experience knew exactly what it was.

"You flatter me, Ms. Quill. It's an honor to work for the casino."

The manager's eyes drifted to Channing Irving. He was carrying Coralie's bag and coat, his expression completely stoic and impossibly proper.

Mr. Irving usually looked so aloof and untouchable, but in private, he was...

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Was the handsome bodyguard about to get a permanent promotion? What a lucky guy!

"Anything else to report?" Coralie asked, her heels clicking against the floor.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," the manager replied respectfully. "Though a new guest arrived yesterday, and he's been spending quite generously."

"Mhm."

The casino had no shortage of wealthy patrons.

Coralie was used to it.

"New guests might not know the rules, so make sure to take good care of them."

"Understood, Ms. Quill." The manager bowed his head and quietly stepped away.

"I'm going to take a walk around. Go check the accounts with finance."

Coralie took her bag from Channing, keeping her voice low.

The financial reports were a dense wall of numbers, and she simply didn't have the patience for them.

So, for the past two years, she had handed all of that over to Channing.

"Alright."

Channing gave a slight nod. He stared at her face, his brow furrowing slightly. "Is your stomach still bothering you?"

"I'm fine."

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