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Michael looked over at Larry with a smug grin. “Did you hear, Larry? Lorenzo’s ex-wife is here tonight.”

Lorenzo’s sharp glare cut straight at Michael, but he ignored it blatantly and kept his gaze on Larry, who leaned in, eyes lighting up.

“For real?” Larry breathed. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” Michael said, grinning.

“Then call her here!” Larry said, his voice rising with excitement. He shot a glance at Lorenzo, smirking. “Everyone who’s met her says the same thing—sweet, obedient, kind… the perfect wife.”

Lorenzo scoffed, grabbing another glass of whiskey and downing it like water. He slammed the glass back onto the table.

“A good wife?” he muttered, his voice low and bitter. The corner of his mouth curled in anger. “Does she look like someone who deserves that title?”

Larry blinked, caught off guard. “Why—?”

Michael cut in smoothly. “She’s in the open area of the casino. Table ten. If you can bring her here, to this room, I’ll cover your drinking bills for the whole month.”

Larry grinned like a kid handed a dare. “Hell yes. I love a challenge—especially one that makes you lose money.”

He shot to his feet, straightening his shoulders with confidence. “Just wait. I’ll have her here in no time.”

With that, he strolled out of the room, wearing that arrogant grin like armor.

Chapter 14 A Maniac

Larry entered the casino, eyes scanning the space until he spotted table ten. But something didn’t add up. There were only three people there—Krystal and two men.

His heart gave a jolt.

“Wait a second… is that—” he blinked, staring harder. “That’s the girl from the bar…”

His pulse picked up, and he instinctively ran a hand through his hair, straightening his clothes, smoothing down his shirt as he stepped closer. He looked closer. Still no other woman in sight.

“Where the hell is this ex-wife Michael was talking about?” he mumbled, still confused. “I don’t see anyone else at the table except my dream girl.”

But then a smile pulled at his lips, and he shrugged.

“Who cares?” he said to himself. “This is my third time running into her. Gotta make a solid impression.”

As he moved closer, he recognised one of the men sitting with her—Damion.

“Seriously?” Larry grumbled. “Does her boyfriend ever let her go anywhere alone?” Larry grumbled, his jaw tightening.“Whatever. When you break up, I’ll be first in line to take his place.”

As he moved closer, Krystal’s voice cut through the background noise.

“I don’t even get why Lorenzo thinks he’s such a big shot,” she muttered to Damion, swirling her third cocktail. “He’s so damn annoying. You know what pisses me off more? That man always protects that personal actress he keeps around like she’s made of glass.”

Damian chuckled. “Personal actress?”

“What else would you call her?” Krystal grumbled. “Glued to his side every damn minute, throwing herself at him. And I’m the one caught in his mess. I’m exhausted!”

She took another sip and let out a bitter laugh. ““And everyone around him? Always kissing his ass. ‘Mr. Moretti this, Mr. Moretti that.’ Ugh. Like he’s a god or something. His ego is lodged in his damn skull.”

Larry’s brows pinched together. “She knows Lorenzo?” he whispered. “What the hell? When did they meet?”

As he got closer, Krystal kept ranting—until he stepped up to the table flashing his best smile.

All three heads turned toward him.