Around the table, voices erupted.
The lucky diamond seven was the rarest pair combination that paid at eight thousand to one.
Even if Neville lost the main hand, the side bet alone would net him more than eighty million star coins in pure profit, on a ten-thousand-chip wager.
Grayson was proud, although he didn't know what it was in the beginning, Neville never failed to deliver the surprise.
Thiago looked at Grayson.
"That's big," Thiago said, swirling his drink. "Even if we're calculating from the earlier rounds' side bets of a thousand. But from ten thousand?"
He let out a low whistle and raised his glass at him.
"Really, well done."
Grayson said nothing and reached to get another drink.
At the table, Lilianna stood very still.
The voice in her head had gone quiet.
She looked at the three sevens of hearts, two in Neville's hand, one in her own face-up position, and felt dreadful.
