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“I know. But someone used your signature. Same M.O.—alarms glitch, cameras loop, and the only thing taken was a single chip from the high-roller vault.” She leaned closer. “They left this behind. With your name on it.”

Luca didn’t touch it. “I wasn’t at Celeste Tower.” luckydog7

In the sprawling, rain-slicked city of Verance, luck wasn’t just a concept—it was a currency. And no one had more of it than the man they called LuckyDog7. “I know

He picked up the chip. It was warm.