He only needed to handle a procedure so simple that even a fool could manage it, so he certainly didn't look too stupid.
"Do gambling tables really make that much money?"
Lance nodded. "They're very profitable. If we set up six or eight tables on the third floor, we could make several thousand dollars in just one night."
"Young Master Eric, no one who comes to the nightclub is poor. Losing or winning a few tens or hundreds of dollars is within their means."
Eric blushed hotly, his body growing warm.
Several thousand dollars in one night?
He was thinking not just about how much money he could personally make, but what he could accomplish with that money.
If pursuing Shaina had initially been driven by his personal desires, now it involved not only himself but also his uncle the Mayor's dignity!
He could not afford to lose this battle.
The Mayor's stance was subtle, not specifying any "limits," but rather letting him act without losing face.
