The time flew by quickly, and the day of the competition was almost here.
During these days staying in Las Vegas, Charlotte Miller accompanied her at the casino, but she hadn't gambled once since then.
She wanted to save her best luck for that day; she had to win. She had to take three fingers from that man's son, so he could never gamble again. This would surely be a fatal blow to him.
Moreover, a man who was about to be crowned the future Gambling King, defeated by a woman, would indeed make a big joke.
"Avery Jane, your friend has brought the dress you custom ordered." Charlotte Miller walked in from outside, holding a delicate paper box, which was what Avery Jane needed and had been delivered at the fastest speed.
Charlotte Miller still felt a bit worried about Avery Jane; she had always felt that recent times were uneasy, and the storm brewing for so long was about to begin.
Avery Jane took out a box from that exquisite bag.
