?<strong>Chapter 507:</strong>


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    “I just put a pest in his ce, Andres. I hope you don’t mind,” Allison said, smiling innocently, though her eyes gleamed with a sharp, cold edge.


    The crowd fell silent, captivated by her deadly grace.


    Had her throw been more powerful, the man wouldn’t have survived. Even Amor squinted, studying her with newfound caution.


    Andres already knew Allison was not to be trifled with. He simply shrugged. “Not at all. Any trash disrupting the casino deserves to be dealt with.”


    An uneasy hush settled over the room. No one dared speak. Allison tilted her head, ncing at the others. “Since it’s my house, I think it’s only fair that I set the stakes.”


    Before Andres could respond, Fay scoffed, crossing her arms. “As if Ms. Prescott would care about anything you could offer.” She knew Allison was skilled, but gambling was a game of wits.


    However, Allison didn’t spare Fay a nce. Her attention remained fixed on Amor.


    Amor crossed her arms, lifting her chin slightly. “I won’t make this hard, Miss Scarlet Snake. Let’s start with one million.” She assumed that Allison, a rtive unknown, would balk at such a steep amount and lose herposure. That was a fatal w in the gambling world.


    But as Amor waited for Allison to flinch, Allison’sughter rang out—silvery, confident.


    “A million is a bit low,” she said, propping her chin in her hand. “Why don’t we make it ten million?”


    Ten million.


    The crowd gasped, the weight of the sum electrifying the room. Even within the casino, ten million was a staggering amount.


    The men who had offered their wallets now fell silent.


    Amor’s eyes narrowed. “Ten million, you say?”


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    Andres cast Allison a subtle look of caution. “Scarlet Snake, once you sign this high-stakes contract, there’s no walking away. If Amor can put up the sum but you can’t—”


    He paused deliberately, allowing the weight of the gamble to sink in.


    “Not only will it be a joke, but you’re not just wagering money — you’re wagering your life. Can you ept that?”


    The gravity of his words hung heavily in the air, a clear warning meant to make Allison reconsider. Turning back now would mean public disgrace, yet she replied with calm, unwavering confidence, “I can.”


    Hearing her response, Amor’s lips twisted into a smug smile. “Ten million, then? Since Miss Scarlet Snake is so bold, I’ll dly match her to the end.”


    Amor stepped forward, signing her name on the contract with a flourish.


    Every eye in the room fixed on Allison. They all knew that once her name was on that paper, there would be no turning back. Without hesitation, Allison stepped forward and added her signature.


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