Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279: Janus

The dealer was an exceptionally striking young man, his long, slender fingers drumming lightly on the green felt as he expertly shuffled the deck. Each movement was fluid and practiced, radiating a roguish charm that captivated the room. His hands moved with a smooth precision, as if the cards themselves obeyed his touch.

Lillian watched the mesmerizing slide of the cards across the table, a subtle smile playing on her lips. The dim lighting of the casino cast a warm glow over her face, highlighting the calm confidence in her eyes.

The dealer’s voice broke the quiet tension. “Place your bets.”

Instantly, the table sprang to life. Chips clattered against the felt as players eagerly pushed their wagers into the growing pot. Lillian, however, remained composed. Without hesitation, she slid her entire stack of chips forward. “All in,” she declared softly but firmly.

The dealer revealed the river card with a flourish. “Pair of tens—winner!”

The pattern repeated relentlessly. Round after round, Lillian committed every chip she won back into the pot, never blinking, never faltering. And every single hand, she emerged victorious.

The crowd’s excitement simmered into disbelief, their murmurs growing louder with each winning hand. The pile of chips before her swelled steadily, forming a glittering mountain under the casino’s bright lights.

Word traveled fast through the casino’s maze of tables and slot machines. A young woman at the Texas Hold’em table was on an unstoppable streak—winning every hand, betting it all, and amassing over ten million in less than an hour.

As the next hand was dealt, the room fell silent. All eyes locked onto Lillian, anticipation hanging thick in the air. With serene, unhurried confidence, she slid her chips forward once more—and, as if by magic, swept the table clean again.

Across from her, the dealer adjusted his tie nervously, beads of sweat forming at his collar. His usual composure was cracking.

Then, cutting through the tension, a smooth, velvety voice spoke. “The lady certainly has incredible luck. How about a wager with me?”

Lillian glanced sideways at the man who had interrupted. He was striking—sharp features, narrow eyes glinting with wicked amusement. There was a lazy, almost mocking ease in his stance, the kind of effortless charm that made it clear he was used to getting his way. She had noticed him earlier, lingering nearby, watching her every move with keen interest.

What was his angle?

“Sure,” she said softly, a faint smile curving her lips. If he was going to make a move, she might as well see what he wanted.

A staff member appeared, leading them to a long table positioned at the center of the casino floor.

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