Chapter 73: Torture your rich asses Elsie arrived at the biggest casino in the city, situated in the busiest and most touristic part of town, nestled between hotels and restaurants. For entertainment, the casino hosted stand-up comedy shows, concerts, and sports events on special nights, particularly those beginning with a T. However, only a few knew about the illicit activities concealed within its walls. Outside the establishment, the rules were prominently posted for all to see. Although Elsie was already familiar with them, she checked again in case there had been any changes. With Franco taking over the casino, it was expected that there would be inevitable alterations. As anticipated, there were indeed changes. The dress code had become less strict, and drinking was now permitted. However, the age limit had been increased from eighteen to twenty-one. Elsie had prepared for this by acquiring a fake ID from a woman in a truck downtown. The ID stated that she wa

Chapter 72: What kind of villain are you? "It is the first time I dreamt about her, love. I didn't even remember how she looks like without the help of photographs," Elsie said, her voice filled with curiosity as she turned to Aiden. "What do you think it might mean, Aiden?" It was the next morning, and Elsie told Aiden about the nightmare she had. She sat on the bed, while he stood by her side. She was trembling as she narrated the nightmare to him, which made him worried. Crossing the room, he filled a glass with water and made Elsie drink while he held the glass. When she was done, he placed the half-filled glass on the table. Running a hand through his hair, Aiden pondered for a moment before responding, "I have no idea, Elsie." "Could it be that my memories are coming back? You remember when I spoke in Italian back at the mall? I had asked Aunt Dahlia, and she said I was half Italian. That explains it." "Calm down, Elsie," Aiden said soothingly, rubbin

Chapter 74: My wife is so strict "I won," she giggled, smiling widely. Elcilia triumphantly scooped up the pot, adding to her stack of chips. This led to collective grumbles and sighs from the men at the table. The man who had thought he could take advantage of Elcilia was the most furious. He glared up at the dealer, shards of anger plunging into his brain. In the next second, he climbed onto the table and jumped on the dealer, punching and kicking him as he only saw red at the moment. The man had borrowed money to play this third round, and he lost to that girl. He found it unbelievable that a small girl could beat him. "You are in cahoots with her, right? Tell me the truth," he yelled, punching the dealer with all the energy he could muster. This scene caught the attention of the bouncers kept for security. They rushed over with their batons and hidden guns. "Uh oh," Elcilia twisted her lips. This was a signal for her to leave before getting into any tr

Chapter 76: Bitch! "Mom, have you noticed that Elsie seemed to have changed a lot?" In Trixson's room, the walls are painted with a nice blend of purple and lilac. The room is so big it can take three king-size beds. Trixson stood within her expansive walk-in closet, surrounded by an impressive array - rows of shoes from slip-ons to high heels, a collection of designer handbags, an assortment of hats and sunglasses, and an abundance of high-end designer garments, many still bearing their tags. Jewelry was kept in drawers, and the most precious hidden away in a golden box with a fingerprint lock. Dahlia sat on the huge table in the center of the closet, casually swinging her legs as she scooped tiger nuts from a silverware next to her. She waited on Trixson, who was changing into her third outfit of the night. With the question posed, Dahlia's chewing slowed, and she furrowed her brow in both processing and thinking. She first recalled the moment when Elsie came to the

Chapter 78: Don't go easy on her Whereas somewhere else in the Dale Mansion, Elsie, assisted by a ladder, was setting up another camera directly across the secret door. This was to ensure she could properly see Dahlia's password from the footage. She could not hack the password as it would attract Dahlia's attention, and Elsie could not risk it. Next, Elsie quickly returned the ladder. She straightened out her dress, dusting her hands. A smile curled on her lips, "It's done. Hopefully, in my next visit, I will be able to get my mother's book and find out what Dahlia is hiding behind that door." When she returned to the hall, she sanitized her hands as she proceeded. Elsie was welcomed by a giant TV on display, and everyone whispered, waiting for the video to load. "What is happening here?" Elsie asked a lady who was next to her. The lady, who was short and fat, tossed a quick glance at Elsie before returning to the screen. "Dahlia said Trixson would be play