The chaos at Copper Anchor Casino did not last long.
A tall, stunningly beautiful woman appeared before Ronan, escorted by a group of casino enforcers.
With her arrival, order swiftly returned to the surroundings. Many gamblers revealed deferential expressions, and no one dared to shout or make a commotion anymore.
"Esteemed sir..."
Ignoring the scar-faced brute and his companions kneeling on the ground, the beautiful woman smiled, lifted her skirt, and curtsied to Ronan. "I am Rose Sinclair, the manager of this casino. Is there anything I may do for you?"
Ronan's gaze flickered. He withdrew the Psionic Power he had released and said evenly, "Ms. Sinclair, you should ask your men."
He pointed at the scar-faced brute lying on the floor and clutching his knee. "Ask him what he did!"
Rose's gaze fell upon the scar-faced brute. The latter trembled all over and stammered, "I-I'm sorry."
There was no point in arguing, because the course of events had been crystal clear, with witnesses all around.
If Ronan had merely been an ordinary person, Copper Anchor Casino would not have cared about fairness.
But he was an extraordinary spellcaster...
The scar-faced brute did not think he had such a big face that Rose Sinclair would firmly take his side.
Ronan reached out and drew over the cash cheque that had fallen to the floor earlier, placing it on the gambling table. Then he stared at Rose Sinclair and said, "I don't want trouble, and I don't care about this little bit of money, but I will not tolerate someone stomping their foot on my face."
"Ms. Sinclair, what do you think?"
This casino manager was beautiful and had an exceptional figure. Her manner, bearing, and temperament were utterly out of place amid the atmosphere of a casino.
A beauty like