Liam accepted the single high-value chip from the pit boss. The gold-rimmed token carried a quiet weight in his palm, but to him it felt no heavier than a coin.
He rolled it between his fingers once, then looked at the Baccarat table with a small smile.
The table was full, but the moment the dealers saw the million-dollar chip in his hand, they understood who needed priority.
One of the attendants stepped in quickly, guiding him toward a free seat that had opened at the far end of the table.
The players sitting near it glanced up, curious, then looked again when they saw his face. They tried to guess who he was or what family he came from, but none of them recognized him.
As Liam lowered himself into the seat, Lucy's voice reached him through his Lucid.
"Sir, do you want my assistance?" She asked.
Liam tilted his head slightly and he smiled, with a look that says interesting.
"And how exactly do you plan to help?" he asked her silently.
