?<strong>Chapter 529:</strong>


    Meanwhile, murmurs rippled through the onlookers.


    “Mr. Lloyd may be a formidable force in business, but this is gambling, and he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He sides with the wrong person. Scarlet Snake is destined to fail.”


    “Exactly. This wager was doomed from the beginning. Who could have imagined this woman would entangle Ken in such a mess? When they lose, he’ll not only lose his reputation but his wealth, and there’s no chance he’ll stand by her after that.”


    “True, she’s just another pretty face. Mr. Lloyd can find many more like her. What a pity for Scarlet Snake, a renowned perfumer about to forfeit her most precious asset.”


    “Her hands?” someone questioned. “If this turns out as expected, Lloyd Group won’t lift a finger to defend her. Amor doesn’t let her victims escape unscathed, and everyone knows how merciless she is.”


    As whispers of Amor’s feared reputation spread, they fell to barely audible tones.


    “Scarlet Snake should have epted Amor’s offer and walked away with some cash,” Fay said with a scoff. “People who act foolishly deserve whates to them.”


    Andres was worried. “Sir, with Ken involved, if Amor makes a moveter and hurts his beloved woman, won’t we be caught in the fallout?”


    Kylo, maintaining an unbothered expression, stated, “There’s no reason for concern. Muisvedo has crossed too many powerful people.”


    “Yes,” Andres nodded in agreement.


    Reclining on the sofa, Kylo had one leg draped over the other, his face unreadable as he contemted.


    He trusted his instincts, for they had never failed him before.


    Scarlet Snake, for all her carefree and bold manner, possessed an observant gaze that meticulously tracked every move in the game, subtly drawing Amor into a calcted trap.


    It was an indescribable sensation, an unspoken thrill shared by gamblers who lived on the edge.


    Allison, oblivious to Kylo’s silent musings, turned to Ken with a soft expression.


    “No matter what happens, I’m grateful that you’re here,” she said in a voice so gentle, yet clear and confident.


    They were so close that Ken felt the warmth of her breath brush against his ear.


    His Adam’s apple bobbed subtly as he responded with a low, “Hmm.”


    A quiet understanding passed between them.


    Ken knew Allison never made a move unless she was sure of her chances.


    The light from the ornate crystal chandelier illuminated the room, casting shimmering reflections.


    Ken leaned against the table, wrestling with emotions he couldn’t quite define. Soon, the game resumed.


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