NovelBookChapter 723: His voice was calm, yet there was an unmistakable edge of arrogance lacing his words.
Jules' expression instantly shifted, his face hardening as his eyes locked on Hell.
Where once there had been casual indifference, now there was an air of quiet danger, like a predator ready to spring into action.
It was clear now: if Hell uttered one more word, Jules would tear into him without hesitation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHell arched an eyebrow, a glint of challenge in his eyes. "Besides," he continued with a smirk, "taking something that's not yours always carries an extra thrill." A collective breath was drawn in by the crowd.
It was well known that Mr. Martel had a reputation for being unpredictable-generous yet ruthless, with a vengeance that could leave entire lives in ruins.
To speak so openly about coveting someone else's woman was a rarity, even for him.
At the sharpness of Hell's remark, Jules' relaxed smile evaporated, his gaze now a storm of fury.
His eyes held an intensity so cold, it felt as if they could freeze the very air around them.
Corrine's delicate brows furrowed ever so slightly, her fingers tightening around the chips in her hand.
It was becoming clear to her—Mr. Martel had known her intentions from the start.
This entire ghad been set up with purpose.
But she had to get her hands on Luna's brother's signed IOU.
Without successfully exposing the Burgess family to public scandal, her plan to acquire shares in Burgess Group would be in jeopardy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLet your mind wander with glov☐☐☐☐☐☐ "Mr. Martel, as you said," Jules said, his tone sharp, “Corrine is a rare gem, and using her as leverage doesn't sit right with me. Instead, how about I take you on in a round myself?" Hell glanced at Jules with an air of indifference, his tone dripping with disdain. "Do you really think you're in my league?" His posture, casual yet dripping with arrogance, carried an unmistakable layer of mockery aimed squarely at Jules.
To those watching from the sidelines, Jules might have been a member of the powerful Ford family, but to Hell, he was nothing more than an insignificant speck.
If it weren't for Corrine, Hell wouldn't have spared a single word for Jules.
Surrounded by the eager onlookers, Jules clenched his lost for words, !ementarily of how to respond.
Corrine, with effortless grace, flicked the chips in her hand, preparing to speak when a familiar voice rang out from the crowd. "What about me?" At the sound of that unmistakable voice, Corrine's eyes darted to the source.
Through the throng, Jacob emerged, his presence cutting through the e crowd like a sharp blade.
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