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    Sophie had no choice but to figure out how to wear the headset first.


    She had never been to such an event, let alone gambled.


    Judging from the gambling table, it seemed Odie had at least been considerate enough to choose the simplest game for her: Chuck-a-luck. She was just responsible for rolling the dice.


    As Sophie was quietly figuring out how to y, guests who had been drinking outside started toe in. A greasy middle-aged man in his forties stared at her with a straight gaze, incessantly asking, "Did Sandra get prettier today? Such a slim waist!"


    The manager, standing by with an apologetic smile, said, "Sandra isn''t here today. This is our new dealer."


    "New dealer? I like her!"


    The man reached out to grab Sophie''s hand, and she frowned slightly, instinctively pulling her hand back.


    The manager shot Sophie a re, and she then put on a seductive smile. "It seems this gentleman prefers Sandra. How about I have Sandra rece me?"


    Sophie''s voice was three parts enticing, seven parts soft, melting the man''s resolve. "Sandra''s got nothing on you! I like you just like this!"


    Sophie felt like throwing up but couldn''t show it on her face.


    "So, gentleman, are you betting on high or low this round?"


    "Low! I want low!"


    The man clearly enjoyed being called ''gentleman.''


    Just then, Odie''s voice came through the headset, "First round, I''m going for high."


    Sophie raised an eyebrow as she lifted the cover, only to see that it was low, not high.


    The man won the money, and Sophie cheerfully said, "Gentleman, it''s low. You''re lucky today. How about we bet a hundred thousand this time?"


    "Sure, sure, sure! I listen to you!"


    Saying so, the man bet on low again, his gaze lingering on Sophie.


    Sophie smiled gracefully, and when she opened the dice cup, it was low again. This obviously made the man overjoyed.


    Odie, watching the scene from upstairs, frowned. The manager by Sophie''s table saw this and hurriedly spoke into the walkie- talkie, "Mr. Odie, we can''t let her keep ying recklessly!"


    After three consecutive dice rolls, the man bet on low and won big each time!


    "Stop it. Have Sophie get out of here!"


    Odie was furious. He had thought Sophie had some skills, but it turned out she couldn''t even roll dice properly.


    Just when the man bet half a million, Odie walked downstairs, only to hear Sophie''s exaggerated cry, "Ah, you lost."


    Odie stopped in his tracks when the man had lost all his principal, and he frowned.


    "What shall we do? I still want to y with you." Sophie blinked her eyes, lookingtterly innocent. The content


    is on !


    The man clenched his teeth, "Half a million is nothing! Wait for me! I''ming right over!"


    The man turned to exchange more


    chips. Sophie breathed a sigh of m relief. Turning around, she saw Odie opening the door to the room. Before Sophie could react, Odie had grabbed her and was pulling her upstairs.


    "Mr. Odie, please be gentle!"


    Sophie frowned, her wrist nearly crushed by Odie''s grip!


    Once they reached the second-floor


    office, Odie finally let go of Sophie''s hand, his voice cold. "Why didn''t you


    follow the instructions?"