During the years when I ascended to the pinnacle of gambling, I was enveloped in a world where luck intertwined seamlessly with strategy. The thrill of risk was my constant companion, and every hand dealt was an opportunity to weave a tale of fortune and fate.

In those vibrant nights, the casino lights flickered like stars, each glimmer promising untold possibilities. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation and the intoxicating perfume of ambition. My every decision was calculated, and executed with precision, as I danced with the tides of chance, confident in my ability to bend them to my will.

I became known not only for my remarkable skill but also for a certain charisma that drew others to me. Players regarded me with a mix of admiration and trepidation, for I was not merely a participant in the game—I was its master. The cards whispered secrets to me, and I understood the language of the dice as if they belonged to a realm where I reigned supreme.

Yet, amidst the glamour and glory, this intoxicating world concealed its shadows. The very allure that elevated me to greatness also harboured treachery and deception. I found myself ensnared in a web woven by those who coveted my prowess, eager to see me fall from grace.

In those years, I walked a fine line between triumph and disaster, relishing every victory while remaining ever-vigilant against the unseen perils that lurked in the shadows.

The Years I Was The Gambling God

Rolf's eyes darted nervously as he stammered, "Miss Qi, I assure you, I haven't done anything disloyal—I still work for the Qi family..." 


Rolf's palpable fear stemmed from his transgression of a cardinal rule: betrayal from within. The Qi family, after all, was deeply entrenched in the business, and he had been appointed through his girlfriend's father to serve their interests. Yet here he was, still tied to the Qi family while secretly running a gambling operation of his own. Such duplicity could never be excused. 


As Rolf spoke, he seemed to worry that Selena might doubt him. He suddenly pointed a trembling finger at me and continued his fabrication. "My friend mentioned a skilled gambler had shown up here—this guy. So I came to keep an eye on things..." 


Chapter 220: Betrayal from Within