The Woman Who Caught Tristan's Eye
Upon hearing her words, the people present turned their attention to her. Especially noticing Cynthia's conspicuous face, some of them couldn't help but show a disdainful and lecherous sneer. "Little sister, it's not suitable to grab the spotlight here."
"How about you join your brother, and we'll count the wins and losses as mine?"
"I mean, you're not young anymore. Are you sure you should be calling someone else 'little sister'?"
Facing their taunts, Cynthia seemed to ignore them completely. The onlookers, sensing her lack of interest, stopped teasing her.
Especially after two rounds of gambling, Cynthia not only didn't lose miserably, but she also managed to amass a significant amount with the initial ten thousand chips. This scene happened to be closely monitored by the people in the control room.
"Go search her background," the crew-cut guy signaled to the person next to him.
As that person was about to leave, the man sitting on the sofa suddenly spoke, "No need to rush."