The ball dropped and unsurprisingly it landed on Black seven.
An unhidden smile formed on Remedy's face and across the table, Lyon Tusk's expression darkened instantly. The composure of a seasoned executive cracked for a fraction of a second.
Remedy gathered the chips calmly.
"Better luck next time."
Lyon's hand slammed lightly against the table although it was not enough to cause a scene, it was enough to reveal irritation.
He said nothing, as he stood and left.
Remedy turned to the staff member.
"I'm done playing. Convert my winnings."
"Yes, Mrs. Eve."
The process was immediate and efficient.
Once completed, she rose from her seat and gave a polite nod to the remaining players who were eager to continue now that the table tension had shifted.
She left the casino floor without haste.
Outside the hotel, the valet had already brought her car around.
