Chapter 390: Shang Shaoyan, can you wear a mask next time?
The bodyguard blocked the door with a stern face, glanced at the blushing, timid cheek of the croupier, and murmured with mock scorn, "Brother Chen is not someone just anyone can meet. How long have you been here that such a trivial thing dares to bother him, now scoot."
Tonight, everyone in the casino knew that there was a high-status visitor, and no one was allowed on the second floor.
This innocent-looking croupier seemed to be tired of living.
The scolding from Brother Yong had turned the croupier’s face pale, her fingers twisted tightly in front of her, and her gaze once more flickered towards the man by the gambling table.
She was the star croupier of Puyin, embodying both innocence and allure, and even her voice had been praised for being sweet yet not cloying.
Why wouldn’t that man even glance at her?
Women have an innate keen intuition; the handsome man in the black shirt likely held an even more distinguished status than He Chen, because he had taken the main seat at He Chen’s gambling table.
If he took a shine to her, perhaps he could help her buy out her indenture at Puyin...
Some thoughts probably formed in just an instant.
The croupier still stood loitering at the doorway, gazing toward the direction of the gambling table when He Chen, seated with his back to the door, took a drag of his cigarette with his slender fingers and casually flicked a few chips onto the table, his voice low and husky, "Ah Yong, if she looks again, gouge her eyes out."
At He Chen’s words, the croupier hastily bowed her head, mumbled an apology ’Sorry, Brother Chen,’ and turned to flee like she was running for her life.