Chapter 77 Owner of the Underground Casino

The lounge was dimly lit, and smoke filled the space. Samuel led Tamara and Anthony through a door, and together, they entered a well-furnished room. A man was sitting on the couch. The man was well-dressed and holding a cigar. “Sir, Miss Myra is here to see you,” Samuel walked over and said respectfully. “Hello, Miss Myra.” A gentle yet seductive voice sounded. Mystery surrounded the man. “I know you are a woman of few words, Miss Myra. So I’ll leave out the formalities. Have a seat, Miss Myra.” The man had not gotten up, nor had he made a move to turn around. He merely pointed at the chair beside the couch. Tamara walked over with Anthony trailing behind her. After she had sat down, Anthony spoke, “Thank you.” From where she sat, Tamara couldn’t make out the man’s face. Not to mention, he was wearing a mask. Tamara pushed down her curiosity. It would not be easy to find out the man’s identity. It takes a certain kind of man to operate an underground casino. “I invited Miss