Ginger was completely stunned.
She never expected that this man would be a pure and innocent virgin. For a moment, she was stunned, all her thoughts of flirting and scheming came to a halt, and she was unable to recover for a long time.
Now Ginger understood that no matter what, she could never catch this young master's eye. He already had someone in his heart, had clear principles, was devoted and self-disciplined, and no matter how beautiful and proactive she was, it was still...
After realizing what had happened, Ginger knew that continuing the argument would only lead to further humiliation, so she wisely restrained herself.
He merely managed a bitter, self-deprecating smile.
Looking at the check in her hand, 110,000... enough for her to squander for a while, or even start a small business.
Watching Draco leave the casino, Ginger let out a long sigh of relief, exhaling the last glimmer of hope in his heart.
After tidying her hair and clothes, Ginger's face once again displayed a professional, slightly charming smile.
He turned around, ready to leave the casino.
A man like Ma was destined to be a fleeting glimpse in her life, something she could only dream of but never attain. To have such a wonderful experience and such a generous reward for one night was already a blessing from heaven.
Just as Ginger was about to leave, a voice sounded behind her, "Miss Ginger, please wait."
Ginger turned around and saw Sam, the casino manager, standing not far away with a smile. This man held a high position in the ship's casino, serving as a liaison for many VIPs and possessing extensive connections.
" Mr. Sam?" Ginger was somewhat surprised.
But she immediately put on a sweet smile.
Sam stepped forward and casually handed ten thousand chips to Ginger, a mature man's smile on his face. "Miss Ginger, you've had a hard night. May I buy you a drink?"
Looking at the chips Sam handed over, and then at the suggestive look in Sam's eyes, Ginger understood perfectly well what was going on.
Ha, if you don't care, someone else will.
Collard is an unapproachable iceberg, but the man before them is the real power behind the casino on this ship.
Even a fleeting affair with him could bring considerable convenience and benefits on this ship.
At least, they're much better off than the average gambler.
The slight disappointment and resentment at being rejected by Draco was quickly replaced by a realistic calculation.
"Great! It's my honor to be invited by Mr. Sam. I'm a little tired too, and I'd like to have a drink." Ginger's smile became even sweeter and more charming as she took the chips Sam offered, her fingertips lightly brushing against his palm.
A hint of satisfaction flashed in Sam's eyes. He naturally reached out and put his arm around Ginger's slender waist, pulling her closer to him. Ginger leaned in as well, nestling her soft body against Sam's chest.
"Let's go then, Miss Ginger. Tonight, let me 'treat' you properly," Sam whispered in her ear, his tone carrying an unspoken, ambiguous quality between adult men and women.
"Mmm~" Ginger responded with a smile, letting Sam put his arm around her as the two walked hand in hand toward the elevator to the upper-level bar.
Under the dazzling lights of the casino, Ginger's figure remained slender and charming, but a hint of melancholy in her smile quickly disappeared, replaced by a radiant beauty tinged with numbness.
This is her world.
A world brimming with transactions, desires, and realistic choices.
While the snow lotus may be unattainable, the rose, which is within reach, can bring just as much fleeting pleasure and tangible benefits.
Draco had long since vanished into the night outside the casino, as if he had never existed. Only the checks and legends he left behind still stirred ripples in the hearts of some.
Just then, Draco stepped out of the casino and bumped into a beautiful woman in a low-cut, backless, long red dress.
He wrapped his left arm around her slender waist, and with his right hand, he lifted her up and placed his hand directly on her firm, round buttocks.
Firm and bouncy to the touch
The woman froze completely.
Completely unprepared for such a sudden assault, her pupils contracted sharply, and the composure on her face vanished instantly.
Before I could even think, my body reacted. My hips jerked violently, and my waist twisted forcefully, trying to break free.
But Draco held her tightly, and she couldn't break free.
The next second, the woman's cheeks flushed, her eyes piercing Draco like knives, her voice filled with barely suppressed rage:
"You—let go!"
As she spoke, she slammed her elbow into his chest, pushed hard against his chest with her palm, and desperately tried to pull herself back.
Draco reacted faster, pulling his right hand back and simultaneously grabbing her elbow, blocking it in mid-air and preventing her from touching him.
"Miss, are you kidding me? You're the one who bumped into me!"
The woman's anger flared even more. She tried to pull her elbow away from Draco's grip, but he held her even tighter, her left hand clenched into a fist.
If they weren't in a public place, she would have grabbed a knife and slashed that smug face.
"Even if I was the one who bumped into you," the woman's chest heaved, "You've already taken advantage of me, so why are you keeping your arm around my waist?"
In all her life, she had never met someone so adept at twisting the truth. He took advantage of her, making it seem as if she were the one in the wrong.
"I just want to hear your thanks and your apology." Draco showed no remorse whatsoever; on the contrary, he was completely self-righteous.
"I caught you in time, preventing you from falling and embarrassing yourself in public. I saved you."
"Not only did you not thank me afterward, but you even tried to hurt me. Logically and morally, you should apologize to me."
After hearing this, the woman froze on the spot.
Her infuriated reaction to his forceful demands and his shameless act of blaming others left her trembling with anger, unsure how to respond.
Her usually calm and quick-witted mind was now in chaos from anger, and her cheeks were flushed red with rage and shame.
I felt a surge of anger rush to my head, a mixture of rage and resentment.
But they just couldn't find any fault with the other party.
"You'll save me?" The woman sneered angrily, her anger blazing. "That's called taking advantage of me, getting something for nothing and then acting innocent!"
"If you don't get your dirty hands off me, I'll call the train police and let everyone see how you behave in public!"
"You really dare to call the train police?" Draco laughed, his hand casually hooking around her waist.
"What do you mean? Why wouldn't I dare?" The woman raised an eyebrow and asked coldly, but she was still taken aback by his fearless demeanor, yet she still had to maintain her composure.
"Because—you just stole my things."
As soon as those words were spoken, Trillian's face turned deathly pale.
"Miss thief, you don't want things to escalate and get taken away by the train police, do you?" Draco loved seeing her pale face.
The woman's body stiffened again, her previously sharp aura suddenly crumbled, and her face turned white, then red, then pale.
Having been in the underworld for so long, she knew better than anyone what would happen if someone caught her red-handed, especially when the other party was a scoundrel.
If things really escalate, she'll definitely suffer the consequences.