Isn't This Just Asking for Trouble?

The crowd murmured and whispered among themselves, and they were more than willing to openly set up the betting table right in front of Cynthia.

Cynthia's face remained calm and unflustered, only a slight breath escaping her as she took a deep inhale.

Just as she was about to give her answer, Miley, standing behind her, suddenly grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly in a warning gesture, "Miss Shannon, master is still waiting for you."

Miley didn't say it directly, but her eyes spoke volumes, silently urging Cynthia not to act recklessly.

Although she had never played the gambling stone game and didn't understand its rules fully, she knew that gambling on jade was about luck as much as it was about experience. If it were all about skill, it wouldn't be called a gamble, would it?

She didn't know what Don Gambino's motives were, but what she did know was that he had never lost.