Sheri couldn't stop the relieved smile that spread across her face when the numbers flashed on her screen. Another win. Another chunk of money secured. Another step closer to helping Max, whether she truly understood the scale of the winnings or not.
Even if she had no idea how much her bets were really affecting the Black Hounds, seeing those green numbers every round made her chest warm.
It felt good, really good, to finally be useful.
"Na could really keep going," Sheri breathed out, leaning forward. "He might actually win this whole thing."
"That isn't our goal," Aron replied calmly, eyes never leaving the arena. "And the last thing we want is to draw too much attention."
He lowered his voice, tone shifting into the serious one he used whenever he slipped into strategist mode.
"We already knew Na was the most likely to win his first match," he explained. "If this was only about profit, we could've dumped everything on him at the start and left immediately."
