My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!

In ancient times, there were kings who would set the beacon fire just to make a beauty smile.

But if granting her a few days of freedom made her smile, what’s the harm in that?

The red sports car drove away, and Yulia O’Connell didn’t know that the freedom given by that scheming man would come at a cost.

"Where are we going?" Melody Thorne asked, comfortably seated in the back seat.

"To collect a debt," Yulia O’Connell snorted.

"Who owes it?"

"My stepdad."

Melody Thorne "... You’re not dragging us into a brawl, are you?"

"What else?" Yulia O’Connell shrugged her shoulders. "I have no friends left, just you, so of course, I have to bring you along to make a scene."

Melody Thorne "...I’m not good at arguing."

"If you’re not good at arguing, just standing is fine."

The car stopped, and Yulia O’Connell led them into an underground gambling den, where people not only gambled money but also other things.

Some people here were down-and-out while others struck it rich overnight.

The appearance of the two women attracted the attention of many in the casino. There were women here too, but most were heavily made-up. The arrival of two fresh faces with a child naturally drew attention.

"I’ve been here before," Timmy said, hands in his pockets.

"When?" Melody Thorne asked with curiosity.

"Before you married my dad, once one of his brothers got into trouble here. He held me in one hand and gambled with that person with the other, eventually beating him to a pulp."

Timmy spoke these words as if telling a joke.

Melody Thorne "..."

Yulia O’Connell looked down at Timmy, "When Auntie has a daughter in the future, how about letting her marry you?"

"No way," he refused with a blank expression.

"Ha," Melody Thorne laughed softly.

"Quick, quick, pay up!" A middle-aged man at the table’s center shouted crazily, though his clothes weren’t high-end brands; they looked like he’d been gambling for a long time, with all his focus on the table.

"No more money, no more bets," many people left. "Today is truly strange, haven’t won a single game."

"Seriously, it’s like seeing a ghost."

The middle-aged man in front of the table greedily counted the money in his hand.

"It’s not like you’ve seen a ghost; someone’s cheating," Yulia O’Connell chuckled softly, arms crossed, looking mockingly at the man gambling.

"What do you mean?" Those about to leave turned back.

"I mean he’s cheating," Yulia O’Connell’s hand pointed directly at the middle-aged man counting money.

The named middle-aged man’s complexion quickly paled, and upon seeing Yulia O’Connell, his expression was a complex mix of shock, "Jade... Jade?"

"It’s me, been a while," Yulia O’Connell chuckled mockingly, "been gambling for over ten years, and you’re still alive?"

"Come on, you’re here just in time. Dad just won a lot of money. Let’s go, Dad will take you to eat something good," the middle-aged man laughed.

Yulia O’Connell disdainfully avoided the hand and smoothly took something out of his pocket, holding it between her fingers, she loudly said, "Dad, how many times have I told you, even in gambling, you can’t rely on this to win!"

"What is this thing?"

"It’s an imported high-tech gambling device from abroad; if you stick it in your palm while picking a card, the card will become the one you want," Timmy recognized at a glance.

Melody Thorne "..." Impressive, son.