NovelBookChapter 720: Hell's gaze never wavered as he locked eyes with her, his stare predatory-calculating, unwavering.
He leaned back slightly, his tone nonchalant yet laced with an undeniable edge. "If you win, I will grant you one request." A ripple of surprise ran through the room.
The rumors about Mr. Martel's generosity were well-known, but hearing him say it so plainly made the promise seem almost too good to be true. If this woman won, she could have whatever she wanted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCorrine remained unshaken, her composure as solid as granite. She casually gestured to a nearby staff member for a cocktail. "And if I lose?" she asked, her voice calm but sharp.
Hell's gaze flickered upward, his amber eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that seemed to strip away any pretense.
His presence was magnetic, like a predator sizing up its prey. He was as unyielding as steel.
After a long pause, his lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smirk. "If you lose, you'll followtonight." The words sliced through the air like a blade, and in an instant, the atmosphere in the casino froze.
Even as Corrine struggled to maintain her composure, she couldn't mask the flicker of surprise that danced in her eyes. She hadn't expected him to be so direct, so brazen.
But the cold, commanding force in his voice left no room for doubt. If this was a joke, it was one with very real consequences.
Her gaze darkened, the edge of her lips curling into a faint, frigid smile. “Mr. Martel, are you so certain I'll lose?" she asked, her voice carrying an almost imperceptible challenge.
"I have no doubt I won't," Hell replied, his tone cool, dripping with a quiet arrogance that seemed to ripple through the air. It wasn't a boast—it was a statement of fact.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmgV In o vlshosts great fiction Corrine narrowed her eyes slightly, the tension between them thickening. “And what exactly do you want to play?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued despite the undercurrent of suspicion.
"Let's see whose luck holds out," he suggested, a gleam of amusement dancing in his eyes.
A moment later, the dealer appeared, his hands swift and practiced as he began dealing the cards, the sound of them shuffling the only noise that broke the silence.
Corrine, with unruffled elegance, took a sip of her cocktail before lifting the corner of her card just enoughton glimpse its number. Her expression remained unreadable, the calmness of her demeanor hiding any hint of uncertainty. The gwas just beginning.
Hell had been observing Corrine, his gaze sharp as a hawk's cuttingm through the layers she carefully placed around herself, seeking to expose her true thoughts.
The dealer's voice broke the silence.
"Would you like to draw another m card?".
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