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    She looked at Allison as if she were already dead. “Just imagine how the chairman will deal with someone who shows him no respect.”


    Allison, however, was unbothered. “I’m not too worried about the chairman.”


    She nced innocently at Andres. “I’m more curious, Mr. Yates, about how you n to deal with your disrespectful subordinate.”


    Andres’ pupils contracted as his smile froze.


    “You!” Fay, always hot-tempered, reached for her weapon and moved toward Allison, but her broken arm throbbed, sending a sharp wave of pain through her.


    Just as she took a step, a loud p echoed through the room. Smack!


    Andres had pped her hard across the face, and her cheek instantly swelled.


    Shocked, Fay stared at him, unable to believe he’d actually hit her.


    “B-boss, you…” she stammered.


    Andres red. “Scarlet Snake is a guest of Muisvedo. Is this how I taught you to treat our guests?”


    His eyes were cold and dangerous as he barked, “Get out!”


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    “Yes.”


    Fay bit back her anger, intimidated by his menacing stare. She knew Andres wasn’t someone to be crossed lightly. Others had suffered far worse than a p — someone had even been skinned.


    Unwilling but subdued, she lowered her head and stepped back.


    With Fay out of the way, Andres shed a smile at Allison. “Scarlet Snake, I’ve disciplined her for you. Now, shall we get down to business? Do you wantpensation, or would you rather take your chances at the gambling table? It’s your call.”


    Allison recognized the p as a calcted move on his part.


    He had pped a subordinate, but it cost him nothing to assert a bit of discipline. Still, she wasn’t concerned with Andres’ intentions. She had long believed in responding to people with equal force. As far as she was concerned, whether Fay was pped or left with a broken arm, she had earned it.


    “I do have one condition,” Allison said smoothly. “If you agree to it, I’ll y Amor’s game.”


    “Please, go ahead,” Andres replied, his gaze narrowing with interest.


    Allison leaned back, propping her chin on her hand. “Since the chairman will be around, why not let him oversee the game? That way, we can all be sure it’s fair.”


    Andres hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly as if he were about to decline. Then, he seemed to reconsider, quickly nodding in agreement. “No problem.”


    After all, it had been a while since the chairman had attended a gambling event. Having him as a witness would not only draw attention but also lend credibility, boosting Muisvedo’s reputation and business.


    Seeing Andres agree, Allison didn’t press the conversation further. “I’ll change clothes. Wait outside,” she said.


    “Ten minutes,” Andres replied, signaling his entourage to follow him as they stepped out.


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