?<strong>Chapter 540:</strong>


    Allison smiled softly, saying, “It’s a beautiful me.”


    She reached out and held the binding agreement they had just signed together, suspending it in mid-air.


    In Ken’s dark eyes, mes danced. “Indeed, it’s beautiful.” What was truly beautiful and captivating was not just the me, but also Allison herself.


    As the me flickered and twirled, she released her grip, letting the agreement catch fire entirely.


    The small ze quickly licked upward, devouring the words that sealed their fate.


    In the glow of the firelight, she radiated both allure and a hint of danger.


    “Consider these stakes your reward,” Allison dered, producing a slender cigarette.


    Her elegant fingers expertly lit it with the flickering me, smoke swirling around her as her red lips formed a slight pout. This was a side of Allison Ken had never witnessed — boldly reckless yet utterly mesmerizing.


    In their recent high-stakes game, she had toyed with Amor, dancing on the edge of peril, fully aware that one misstep could lead to a point of no return.


    “Ms. rke,” Ken said, gripping her wrist, his voice a deep, maic rumble. “What I seek isn’t a reward but the chance to stand by your side.”


    Allison half-expected him to snatch the cigarette away, but instead, he took it from her fingers and ced it between his own lips.


    Their eyes locked as smoke swirled around them, their agreement crumbling to ashes.


    They shared the cigarette, passing it back and forth, and despite the countless kisses they’d exchanged, none had ever felt as electrifying as this.


    It was an indirect kiss — a silent vow of unity.


    At that moment, Ken’s gaze pierced through the smoke, unwaveringly focused on Allison.


    “Alright,” she finally relented.


    With a decisive motion, she tossed the burning agreement into the air, a dramatic act symbolizing theplete incineration of the shackles binding them.


    By sheer chance, the zing papernded near Amor’s hand. Before she could react, the mes had already scorched her fingers.


    “You bitch,” Amor hissed, rage radiating from her.


    The air currents lifted the paper higher, turning the agreement into scattered ashes, each ke a reminder of the confrontation. Amor was drenched in sweat, strands of hair clinging to her forehead, her unexpected fury igniting the room’s tension.


    “Could Amor really have cheated?” someone whispered.


    “Kylo sent someone to look into it. There’s definitely something off!” another added.


    “Who would have guessed that Scarlet Snake would unveil the secret behind those cards?”


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