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I wouldn't be the man I am today if it wasn't for you. This is a token of appreciation. For more wins to come!
Love, Garrick.
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Zephyrion immediately flung the letter away with faint disgust on his face. He barely resisted the urge to burn it into ashes on the spot.
Shaking his head, he lifted the sack slightly and gauged its weight.
"Five thousand."
Zephyrion smiled.
It was an absurd amount of money, and considering who Garrick was, there was no mystery where it had come from. Gambling.
Still, if the man was willing to casually hand him this much, it only meant Garrick himself had earned something even more ridiculous.
Zephyrion suddenly felt a trace of regret. In hindsight, he probably should have placed bets himself.
'Next time.'
A moment later, his gaze shifted toward the second sack.
Unlike Garrick's, this one had an ordinary note attached to it. Plain. Simple. Completely lacking any unnecessary nonsense.
Zephyrion picked it up and opened it.
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Your share.
