Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 43: Casino Party

Since Los Alverez was a city of parties and wealth, there were many options for him to choose from where many people were present.

One of such options was the reopening of Golden Hay Casino.

Darren pulled up to the grand entrance of the newly reopened casino club with his new car. Even though the Aston Martin outshined many in the parking lot, there were still multiple stunning vehicles for his eyes to feast on.

Nevertheless, the more catching sight was the flurry of activity.

Valets in crisp uniforms hurried to assist guests, while photographers snapped pictures of the affluent attendees.

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The casino, once owned by the late Albert Hayes, had been meticulously refurbished by his son, Grant Hayes, and today marked its grand reopening.

It was a day party, but this was because this part of the celebration was open to everyone wealthy enough to be aware of it.

Later that night, the exclusive party would begin where all important and invited guests were allowed in.

When his door was opened, Darren stepped out first, adjusting his tailored suit— a deep navy ensemble that had been surprisingly selected by Kara, sophisticated and gallant.

He extended a hand to her when her door was opened. Kara accepted it gracefully, albeit with a hint of reluctance.

Her dress, a floor-length emerald gown, hugged her figure perfectly, contrasting beautifully with her fiery red hair. Despite her discomfort, she moved with as much elegance as she could, drawing appreciative glances from onlookers.

Darren gave her sideways glance, noting how beautiful she looked in a dress.

She caught him. "Were you looking at me?" she asked.

"I wasn't."

"Ha! You totally were," she chuckled. "I didn't know you had a thing for posh girls. But don't get too used to seeing me like this. I feel like a peacock in this getup."

Darren hid his smile and they ascended the marble steps, Kara leaned in and whispered, "These heels are instruments of torture, Mr. Duckling."

Darren kept a straight face. "Just try to be composed. We don't want to look like amateurs in this place."

They entered the casino, a dazzling display of luxury and opulence.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors.

There were elegant tables lined the expansive room, and on each of them were adornments with plush seating and attended by impeccably dressed dealers.

In the air was an absolute presence of quiet, warm music, with the soft hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or the clinking of glasses.

Darren's gaze sharpened as the Investor System activated, providing him with a detailed analysis of the establishment:

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┏Insight Protocol Complete: Information on Golden Hay Casino Club is as follows┛

┏Estimated Net Worth: $350 million┛

┏Primary Income: High-stakes gambling, luxury accommodations, exclusive events, fine dining┛

┏Owner: Grant Hayes┛

┏Known for: Extravagant interiors, elite clientele, premier gaming experiences, top-tier security measures┛

┏Public Reception: ★★★☆☆ (before reopening)┛

┏Tactics: Aggressive marketing to high-net-worth individuals, partnerships with luxury brands, hosting exclusive events to attract elite guests┛

┏System's Advice: Potential for high-yield collaborations. Approach with strategic proposals to align with their luxury brand.┛

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'Collaborations?' Darren thought. 'System? You want me to get a casino club as an ally?'

┏Ally potential is favorable considering Grant Hayes is new to the business world┛

'I see. I'll keep that in mind.'

Kara's eyes darted around, taking in the grandeur.

"This place is like a palace. I half-expect to see royalty lounging around." Kara's voice dragged him from his thoughts.

"Kara," Darren murmured, "you have to do something to make yourself seen. Involve in an activity. Mingle. We need to establish a solid alibi for what we're about to do. So people needed to see us."

She nodded, her playful demeanor returning. "Got it. Time to make some waves." Her gaze landed on a poker table surrounded by animated guests. "I think I'll try my luck over there. Always did love a good gamble."

"Good. There are lots of people there." He looked down and saw her open palm, waiting for him to drop some money on it.

Darren sighed, took out some cash from his pocket and handed her two thousand.

"Just don't lose my house," Darren quipped.

Kara winked. "No promises, Mr. Duckling"

With that, she sauntered over to the poker table, immediately drawing attention with her vivacious energy.

Darren watched her for a moment before chasing away the look in his eyes, and locking in with a more emotionless expression, then moving deeper into the casino.

He accepted a glass of wine from a passing waiter, the rich aroma hinting at notes of blackberry and oak.

As he sipped, his attention was drawn to a group of men seated around a circular table, engaged in a game that piqued his interest.

Taking a closer look, Darren recognized the game. It was "Corporate Conquest," a board and card game that involved players making strategic decisions for a hypothetical company, betting on moves that would either elevate or diminish its success in the city's financial market.

Each round, the player whose strategies led to the highest profit margins would claim the pot.

Darren got closer, watching them as they played. He started to circle the table, sipping his wine and observing the dynamics.

Then, a ding came and the Investor System supplied information through purple interfaces that appeared beside each of the men:

The first was Charles Nelson: A Share Owner of Nelson Worldwide, a chain of hotels, banks and minor groups renowned for its luxury accommodations and impeccable service.

The next was Jaxon Daniels: A master in import and export, representing D&D Exports, a company with vast international reach.

The one with very long hair was Gillian Henderson: Proprietor of multiple party clubs and casinos, a prominent figure in the city's nightlife scene.

Then the last, a blond, young looking man, Grant Hayes: The host for the evening, having inherited the Golden Hay Empire from his late father, Albert Hayes.

Darren continued to watch as the game continued, listening to the men discuss and laugh until the current round concluded with Jaxon Daniels claiming victory.

"Give me all that pot!" he chuckled, claiming his prize.

Darren seized the moment and stepped forward. "Mind if I join you gentlemen?" he inquired, his tone polite yet confident.

Everyone lifted their gaze to the handsome, blue-eyed man in suit before them.

Gillian Henderson chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You think you can keep up with the big boys?"

Darren met his gaze steadily. "I'm just curious," he said, keeping his tone casual but assured.

The men exchanged glances, weighing the proposal. They had no idea who this man was, why should they just let him in?

"You know what?" Gillian spoke. "As long as he has the money to gamble, let's see what he can do."

Grant Hayes arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure, Gillian?" he asked.

Gillian leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, I'm sure, Grant. Let the new kid play. There's even a spare seat."

Darren pulled out the chair smoothly and took a seat. "Thank you," he said, placing his wine glass down beside him.

He could feel Jaxon Daniels staring at him intensely with narrowed eyes, as though he was trying to place his face.

'Hmm…' Darren thought. 'He doesn't recognize me, does he?'