Goodbye Mr Ex I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 741

Guests began streaming into the gambling hall. The manager tossed a headset to Debra, gesturing for her to put it on.

She fumbled with the device until she managed to settle it over her ears. She had never stepped foot in a place like this before, not to mention knowing anything about gambling.

Fortunately, Drake had cut her some slack by assigning her to the simplest of games—betting on dice rolls.

As Debra struggled to figure out the ins and outs of the game, a middle-aged man reeking of stale alcohol swaggered into the room. Leering at her, he slurred, "Ava, you look stunning today. Your waist is slimmer."

The manager put on an obsequious smile. "Ava's not working tonight. This is our new dealer."

"A new dealer? Wonderful!" said the man, reaching out for Debra's wrist.

She instinctively pulled away. The manager shot her a warning glare, and she quickly adjusted her demeanor, flashing a seductive smile. "Oh, I see you're a regular who enjoys Ava's company. Should I call her to replace me?"

Her voice was a perfect blend of coyness and allure, and the man's lecherous grin widened. "Nah, Ava's got nothing on you. I like you just fine."

Debra nearly gagged at his gross response but maintained her composure. "Well then, how about this round? Are you betting big or small?"

"Small. Gimme small, baby," he cheered, clearly reveling in the attention.

Suddenly, Drake's voice crackled in her earpiece. "First round. Bet big."

Debra raised an eyebrow but decided to go along with it. She uncovered the dice, revealing a small number. The man won.

The man groaned, visibly upset that his winning streak had come to an end, but Debra wasn't finished.

"What a shame! I was hoping to keep playing with you," she added, blinking innocently.

"50 thousand? That's nothing. Hold on for a second," the man declared, storming off to get more chips.

Debra exhaled in relief, but her respite was short-lived. Drake stormed over, unlocked the door, and grabbed her arm. Before she could react, he had dragged her upstairs.

"Mr. Lowe, you're hurting me," Debra winced.

Once they were in the office, he released her, but his icy glare bore into her. "Why didn't you follow the orders?"