NovelBookChapter 719: Corrine, unfazed, met his anger with cool resolve. A lazy voice echoed in the background, almost bored. "You lost fair and square. Accept it." The room fell silent as a figure, like a storm slowly approaching, captured everyone's attention. Hell made his entrance, draped in a crisp white suit.
His golden hair cascaded in waves, gathered neatly in a low ponytail, with stray strands brushing his forehead, partially obscuring the depths of his striking eyes.
Under the flickering lights, his amber gaze shimmered with a honeyed glow, a faint but undeniable coldness in its depths-a chilling, sorrowful presence that seemed to freeze the air around him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe moved effortlessly to a chair, pulling it out with deliberate grace before sitting down. A soft sigh escaped his lips, breaking the tension that had built in the room.
"Not many dare to stir the pot in my domain,” he said, his voice calm yet carrying a subtle threat.
Larry swallowed with sdifficulty, his nervousness betraying him as a forced smile twisted his lips. “So it's you, Mr. Martel." Whispers floated through the air-few knew of this man's origins or the nature of his empire, but one thing was universally acknowledged: if there was something you wanted, and you could pay the price, he would make it happen.
Fear and reverence walked hand-in-hand in his presence.
Although he was undeniably handsome, his reputation for ruthlessness was what truly defined him. His methods were like poison-quiet, swift, and deadly.
"You said something about cheating?" Hell's voice interrupted, smooth as silk yet sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room.
Larry hesitated, his gaze flickering around before he quickly pointed.
"It's her!" Latest chapters in glovels.☐☐m Hell's eyes followed the direction of his finger, settling on Corrine.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe moment their gazes locked, a subtle jolt shot through her a breath caught in her chest as his amber eyes pierced into hers. His stare felt like an unspoken question, his gaze as deep and inscrutable as an ancient sea, making her feel both naked and exposed, as if he could see into her very soul.
She lowered her gaze briefly, trying to steady herself, her pulse quickening. After a moment, she raised her eyes again to meet his without flinching.
"Mr. Martel, is it? I believe there's a business matter I'd like to discuss with you-privately."
Hell's eyebrows arched ever so slightly, a gesture that only added to his enigmatic allure. "Oh?" His voice carried a note of amusement, as though the very idea of business seemed out of place here. "But discussing business now feels rather... untimely. How about we have a little wager instead?"
The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Corrine's brow furrowed just enough to betray her curiosity. This was no ordinary man, and his proposal felt like an invitation to step into the unknown.
"And how do you suggest we gamble?" she asked he voice steady despite the rising tension.
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