"Open it."
The dealer, upon hearing the name Arabella Vanderbilt, seemed startled to the point of trembling. His hand, which was poised to unveil the cover, now shook as though stricken.
Such a massive gamble, he probably wouldn't encounter a second one like this in his lifetime.
Where did this woman come from?
Truly audacious.
Every round was "Show-time," and each round grew larger in stakes.
Two hundred billion now—she must be counterfeiting money, right?
How could she treat money like it's worthless?
Everyone wanted to persuade Arabella Vanderbilt, but at this point, they were rendered speechless.
The tension was palpable, it was almost suffocating.
Reis gulped, his throat burning, dry and parched.
As the dealer's hand was about to touch the dice cup, Arabella suddenly spoke.
"Wait a moment."
Her voice was calm, unruffled.
The suddenness almost made everyone collapse.
The dealer quickly withdrew his hand and turned to look at her.
"Wh-what is it?"
