Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 143 Baby Cicery is Out of Money, Time to Earn Some

Dragon Manor, the backyard lawn.

Cicery, contentedly lying in Big White's embrace with her eyes closed, was startled by the sudden ring of the phone. Feeling a sudden lack of security, Cicery trembled. Sensing her tension, Big White licked her pale neck with a tender, comforting tongue.

Cicery opened her eyes, slid out of Big White's arms, and climbed onto his back, just like she did as a child.

Big White rose to his feet, strolling leisurely across the grass with Cicery on his back... Their shadows stretched long in the sunlight...

Cicery then checked her phone, and before she could speak, she heard Doctor White's apologetic voice. "Cicery, the institute is... well, we're running out of blood samples. And, um... our funds are a bit tight."

Research was never cheap, which explained why new medications were outrageously expensive. The investment-time, money, and human resources-was essential.

Cicery squinted. Her account wasn't exactly brimming with cash-she'd split the ten billion from the auction, handing half to Gawain. She channeled her half into the military arms factories under her Phoenix alias for the development of advanced long-range explosives.

She had spent a considerable sum on taming campus violence.

Glancing at her account balance, only thirty million remained.

After Sylvester Gomez had secured her a new identity, Cicery had set up an account with Gawain Bank, under the name Night Cicery.

Without hesitation, she transferred the entire thirty million to Dr. White before saying, "I'll come by when I have time for the blood work." Dr. White answered eagerly, "Yes, Ms. Cicery. Have you been feeling alright recently?"

Lounging comfortably on Big White's back, Cicery replied in a relaxed tone, "I'm fine. Just curious if you've cooked up something new."

She didn't give her blood for nothing, after all.

Dr. White replied with a hint of pride, "Hey! You're in luck, Cicery. I've indeed identified a substance that seems to be a derivative of a peptide. If harnessed correctly, it could be a huge boon for women in the future." Peptides? Cicery was familiar: they were the heavy hitters in anti-aging.

"Alright! I'll come by sometime later. Gotta go now."

"Okay!"

She had barely hung up when a call from the Gawain Bank executives came through, their tone respectfully deferential.

"Yes, transfer the full amount," Cicery confirmed after the call, double-checking her identity information.

For such a hefty transaction, it was standard for an executive to confirm for security purposes.

Seeing her now empty account balance, Cicery sighed lightly.

These days, money seemed to fly faster than one could earn it. Time to replace a way to rake in some cash. Sure, she could ask Sylvester Gomez for help, but money tasted sweeter when it was self-earned.

Just when Cicery thought the calls had ceased, Lily's call came through.

Jeez-endless interruptions.

"What's up?"

With her fiery red curls bouncing, Lily sat on the sofa inside The X Spirits lounge. "Auss City Casino's next high-stakes tournament is about to kick off. The organizers of the last one tracked me down to extend a sincere invitation to you, the reigning champion. Wouldn't it be great to defend your title? So, tell me, you in or out?"

Cicery thought about her current financial drought; an opportunity had conveniently presented itself.

"What's the prize for this tournament?" she asked, more interested in the potential earnings than the title.

She didn't care one bit about the title of Gambling King; she was all about the money.

Lily admired that tenacious spirit. Strutting confidently, she boasted, "A solid gold trophy, a bonus of fifty million dollars on top of all the chips you win at the tables. You in?"

Cicery, casually rubbing Big White's head, her pale legs swaying, burst into cheerful laughter. "I'm in."