Over the next three rounds, the atmosphere at the table had changed.
It started small.
Players who had been making standard decisions began hesitating, glancing at Neville before acting.
Not because he told them to, but because his 'hunches' seemed to match all the time.
When Neville implied that the shoe was running hot, it ran hot. When he implied caution, the next card was always a high card.
Bryan was no fool; he noticed it too. His eyes began flicking between Neville and Lilianna.
He didn't say anything and simply began following Neville's not-so-subtle suggestions without being asked.
Julius, who was the first one to notice, narrowed his eyes. He looked at the shoe, at Lilianna's hands, then at Neville, who was abruptly stopped by Grayson's glare.
He quickly turned away and said nothing, waiting.
Even Ciel, who was obliviously playing like a madman, paused mid-sip of his drink and glanced around.
Helena played on, seemingly oblivious.
