Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 847

Leaving no loose ends was the smartest strategy.

The Blake family, of course, had no idea just how thoroughly Lillian had detached herself from them.

After getting his orders, Marcus headed out to execute the plan. Lillian wired him a two-million-dollar operating budget from her personal account, then went to Leonard to borrow a few of his elite security operatives.

Once she gave Leonard a brief rundown of Debbie's situation, he immediately assigned his best men to monitor the target. If Debbie tried to make a run for it, they would lock her down.

Lillian's web closed in seamlessly, entirely undetected by both Debbie and Bella.

Over the next two days, Debbie suffered a brutal losing streak. Her billion-dollar credit limit dwindled down to a measly hundred million.

She wasn't keeping exact track of the math, but the pit bosses made sure to casually remind her of her remaining balance.

Hearing the low number made a cold spike of panic hit Debbie's chest. Given her cursed luck lately, she could easily blow through the rest of the credit in a single afternoon.

Once she zeroed out, the VIP treatment would end instantly. Unless she immediately produced a billion dollars to cover the debt, she'd be cut off from the tables, and the casino's debt collectors would come knocking. With the aggressive interest rates, it would be a financial death sentence.

Checking her phone, Debbie realized it was already Wednesday. The wedding was on Saturday.

Bella had been texting her relentlessly, urging her to execute the plan. Debbie agreed. It was time.

She played a few conservative hands that evening, stopping when her limit hit thirty million. She waved over the casino manager.

Debbie tapped her manicured nails on the table. "Not yet. But I need to see her. I have to verify the merchandise before I can guarantee this will work. Is she here?"

The manager bowed smoothly. "Rest assured, I personally selected her. Young, stunning, and exactly what you asked for."

He snapped his fingers at a pit boss. "Bring the girl up for an inspection."

Debbie nodded. "Let her enjoy the floor for a couple of days. When I need her, I'll call. Is she sharp?"

"Absolutely. She's handled top-tier clients. Discretion and performance are guaranteed."

"Good," Debbie purred. "Because she needs to be clever enough to wrap an old man completely around her little finger."