2025-03-09 09:00:37Jack was enjoying a glass of wine in his private room on the top floor of his casino—a place only a select few could enter. Soft classical music filled the dimly lit space, its black and red decor giving an air of dark luxury. It was a stark contrast to the dangerous and cold image he projected to the outside world.
Stacks of cash sat on the marble table beside him, fresh from Adrian—a hefty sum just to cover his men’s hospital bills. Jack saw it as a small win in the bigger game he was playing.
Just as he was about to fully relax, the door swung open aggressively. One of his staff rushed in, panting.
"Boss, there's a visitor for you."
Jack barely raised an eyebrow. "Didn't I say I don't want to be disturbed?" His voice was calm but carried enough weight to make the staff member stiffen. The classical music in the background only made Jack’s icy demeanor more menacing.
The man swallowed hard, keeping his head slightly bowed. "But, boss... this visi
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