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... n smile formed on Remedy’s face and across the table, Lyon Tusk’s expression darkened instantly. The composure of a seasoned executive cracked for a fraction of a second.
Remedy gathered the chips calmly.
"Better luck next time."
Lyon’s hand slammed lightly against the table although it was not enough to cause a scene, it was enough to reveal irritation.
He said nothing, as he stood and left.
Remedy turned to the staff member.
"I’m done playing. Co ...
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