?<strong>Chapter 526:</strong>


    Sherman promptly converted all the funds into chips as Allison briefed Ken, “It’s like a memory-matching game. Later, you’ll need to find matching pairs.”


    Quick to catch on, Ken nodded, and the gamemenced without dy.


    At the start, Amor continued her winning streak from the first half. She seamlessly flipped matching cards, wlessly maintaining her momentum.


    Mny, who had barely managed to contribute in the previous round due to her financial detachment, followed Amor’s lead. “Flip those two at the top right,” Amor instructed.


    “Okay,” Mnyplied, flipping the cards as directed and earning points.


    In stark contrast, Allison and Ken appeared gued by bad luck, repeatedly failing to match pairs.


    However, Allison’sposure never faltered. Her sharp eyes took in every move Amor made, noting how her fingers skimmed certain cards with practiced precision.


    Allison’s mind whirred, piecing together that the issuey in the marked decks.


    With the game now involving four yers and the stakes doubling to 300 thousand per move, the collective pot swelled to an astronomical figure.


    Yet, Allison and Ken showed no sign of distress, as if the sums they were losing were mere drops in the ocean. Sherman, however, was sweating bullets on the sidelines. “If they end up losing hundreds of millions, this will be all over the news tomorrow,” he mumbled, visibly anxious.


    The majority of the crowd, having bet against Allison, were delighted as they watched with anticipation.


    “Amor’s skill is unmatched!”


    “What’s going on with Scarlet Snake? She can’t keep losing like this.”


    “Of course, she’s unfazed, for Ken’s bankrolling her. She doesn’t need to risk everything.”


    “Amor’s partner has it easy, raking in wins without lifting a finger.”


    Leaning casually on the table, Amor shed a dazzling smile.


    “Winning repeatedly gets a little dull,” she said, her nails tapping a rhythmic, ominous beat on the tabletop. “How about we up the stakes? in money bets are getting stale.”


    Amor’s voice was honeyed butced with menace. “For example, Miss Scarlet Snake, you have such captivating eyes. I find them quite appealing.”


    The air thickened with tension at Amor’s insinuation, raising the game from high stakes to personal stakes.


    Mny’s innocent eyes blinked as she said with feigned kindness, “That’s not good. After all, she is a renowned perfumer. Her eyes are valuable, but her hands are even more so. Losing them would be disastrous.”


    In this perilous gamble of life and death, where one’s most prized asset hung in the bnce, eyes were one thing, but hands were another matter entirely.


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