Noreen glanced over and saw a young man, probably in his early twenties. He was still wearing a steward's uniform, suggesting he was only on the cruise because he worked there.
The pile of chips in front of him was pitifully small. His expression was strained; it was clear he hadn't had much luck that night.
The girl beside him, her eyes red, was clutching his hand. "Brother, let's stop! If we lose again, we'll have nothing left!"
"I'm sure I'll win this time. Trust me."
"Brother…" the girl pleaded, her voice breaking into a sob.
The man shoved her away and was about to place his bet when Noreen walked over.
She spoke softly, "From a mathematical perspective, each spin of the roulette wheel is an independent event. The probability of the 11th spin being red or black is always the same. It's not affected by past results."
The girl seized the opportunity and snatched all the chips back.
The next moment, the wheel spun. The man stared at it intently as it slowed to a stop.
Red.
It was red again.
The man collapsed to the floor as if all the strength had been drained from his body. The girl tearfully thanked Noreen. If it hadn't been for her, they would have lost everything on that one bet. Not that their current situation was much better.
This was a casino, after all. Noreen knew she couldn't overstep, or she'd be messing with their business. She gave the girl a small nod and turned to leave.
Suddenly, the man scrambled to his feet and called out to her, his voice urgent. "Then what should I bet on to win?"
Noreen turned back and told him plainly, "Don't bet at all."
"But I really need the money!"
Noreen knew that. But she still advised, "There are no sure winners in gambling. You have to understand that in the long run, the house always wins."
"Please, help me! I'm begging you."
Noreen frowned, regretting that she had gotten involved.


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