Vonjo exhaled through his nose and shook his head. No… gambling is mid. Just like what they would think in his head. It's fun, but not badass enough to keep me in the spotlight.
Meanwhile, George, seeing Vonjo's thoughtful silence, misinterpreted it completely. His eyes widened slightly in realization.
"Ah… I understand, sir. You don't want to get involved in those dens because most of them are tied to the House of Sutterfouse, yes? You despise their influence."
Vonjo's eyes widened. "Huh? Who said—"
But George continued confidently, "It makes sense. A man like you, walking away from the family's chains… why taint your hands with their money?"
Vonjo opened his mouth. "Holy shit, I took the money from my brother and his guards, and you think I don't want to use their money?" Then he closed his mouth, deciding to let the misinterpretation of this guy ride on its own.
