Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 735

Debbie didn't have the stomach for that kind of warfare. Even if Old Mr. Blake spared her, his wife, Charlotte Blake, certainly wouldn't.

If Charlotte decided to settle their old scores, she'd chew Debbie up and spit her out.

Debbie wasn't stupid.

More importantly, she hadn't been to the casino in days.

The casino hosts were terrified of losing their resident whale. They bombarded her phone with calls and texts, desperate to know when she'd be back at the tables.

But was that really something she could control?

Well, yes.

Yes, she could.

It didn't take long for Debbie to come up with a brilliant excuse. She made a quick phone call and summoned Lucas back from his hometown.

The moment her young, muscular boy toy arrived, Debbie completely ignored Sabrina's persistent invitations and finally gave her a hard no.

"Listen, Sabrina, today really isn't a good time for me. I'm completely tied up, so I won't be making it," Debbie lied smoothly into the phone.

"Why don't you go have fun on your own? Grab some of your country club friends for a game of poker or something. It'll be a nice distraction. I'll catch up with you next time."

Without giving Sabrina a chance to respond, Debbie hung up.

There was nothing left to say anyway. She had much more entertaining things to do.

She had already humored Sabrina enough. Playing the supportive friend every single day was exhausting and frankly, beneath her.

Tossing her phone aside, Debbie ran her hand over Lucas's chiseled abs, a thoroughly satisfied smirk on her face.

"Now this is exactly the kind of game a wealthy woman should be playing," she purred. "Who wants to waste their life catering to some wrinkled old man? How boring."

These days, she only cared about one thing: cold, hard cash. Old Mr. Blake meant absolutely nothing to her anymore.

Financial freedom without the chains of a miserable marriage—that was the ultimate dream.

Lucas had spent the last week resting up in his hometown, and he had clearly recovered his stamina.

Once they were in bed, he took her with an intense, bruising energy, proving exactly why she kept him around.

Unsurprisingly, Debbie was thoroughly thrilled by the heavy, musky tension of their afternoon together.

After spending the entire day tangled up in the hotel sheets, Debbie finally emerged that evening, feeling incredibly refreshed and radiant as she headed straight for the casino.

Lucas was completely exhausted, but he dutifully tagged along. He didn't dare approach the tables himself; instead, he stayed quietly by Debbie's side, acting as her personal attendant—fetching her drinks and feeding her snacks.

Debbie reveled in the VIP treatment. Even the casino's floor managers hovered nearby, catering to her every whim.

They showered her with flattering praises, calling her 'boss' and making her ego swell.

Riding the high of her good mood, she had incredible luck at the baccarat table, raking in hundreds of thousands of dollars in less than two hours. Without missing a beat, she casually tossed a million-dollar chip to Lucas. "You need a ride. Go buy yourself a nice car. It'll make getting around easier for both of us."

This was exactly why Lucas stayed so devoted to her. Her casual tips weren't just loose change—they were cold, hard cash.