179: This Time, It Had to Be Black!

Two hundred thousand euros was not a huge sum at this table. Losing it would at most make someone frown.

But for an unfamiliar face to dare place a bet like that in the first round was truly eye-catching—either a rich young master with money to burn, a complete idiot, or both.

Carl's black hair gleamed coldly beneath the neon lights. She snapped her fingers casually. "A glass of True Water."

The dealer's gaze flickered quickly between the surveillance cameras and the Cerberus security guards. After exchanging a look with them, he knowingly turned to fetch the drink—casinos always gave extra attention to customers who spent lavishly.

"I'll have one too." V chimed in at the right moment, though the corner of his eye swept over the Casel siblings. Alcohol could interfere with a mission, but socializing was another matter. "What would you like? My treat."

Aurore's red lips curved into an amused smile. She shifted her attention away from the black-haired young fool making insane bets and turned to V. "How generous~" Her slender fingers tapped lightly against the table. "I'll have a bourbon. As for my taciturn brother..." She nudged the silent man beside her with her elbow. "Get him a glass of True Water too."

While waiting for their drinks, she lazily propped up her chin. Her eyes rippled as she watched V. "I'm Aurore Casel, and this is my brother, Aymeric." Her gaze traveled over V like a scanner. "And this gentleman treating us is?"

"Ramon."

V gave a name he had once used while undercover on a mission. When he had come up with it back then, he had inexplicably felt that it was unlucky, yet now it was the first name that sprang to mind.

In any case, it sounded better than Jack's Viktor