?<strong>Chapter 545:</strong>


    “Scarlet Snake, the floor is yours.”


    Even he was wary of Amor’s wrath.


    But with Kylo present, and Amor’s misdeed exposed for all to see, her prospects looked bleak.


    “Andres! Have you lost your senses? Touch me, and you’ll live to regret it!”


    Herposure shattered, Amor’s pride dissolved in her desperation, her disheveled hair framing a face twisted with fury and panic.


    But Andres remained unmoved.


    “Miss Prescott, I’d suggest you worry about your own situation first.”


    With that, he signaled another guard to restrain her further. The line had already been crossed — there was no turning back now.


    Kylo finally rose, picking up a dagger with an intricate, ruby-studded hilt, and extended it to Allison with a calm, even gaze. “As the judge here, I’m impartial. Scarlet Snake, if you would.”


    Allison took the dagger from him. “Thank you, Kylo.”


    From his seat, Ken watched Kylo intently.


    Kylo, the man known for his merciless ways, had given Allison his personal dagger — a gesture not lost on Ken.


    Just then, Kylo’s gaze turned toward Ken.


    Their eyes locked, and a current of tension passed between them.


    Allison could see it. There was Ken, casually reclined on the sofa, while Kylo leaned, cool and collected, against the edge of the gambling table. Both men possessed an aura as cold as winter.


    Yet there was a subtle distinction: while Ken remained remote and inscrutable, Kylo’s usual demeanor was softened by a reassuring smile, one that hinted at a seasoned partner. Yet both men were masters of their craft — cunning, decisive, and relentless.


    Allison had little time to dissect their intery; her focus was now on Amor as she began to approach.


    Click! Click!


    The sharp rhythm of her heels against the marble floor echoed. From her vantage point, Amor could see Allison’s tall figure moving steadily closer.


    The rhythmic tapping of her heels reverberated like a ticking clock, each step peeling away herst strands of courage.


    Sensing her predicament, Amor found that her defiance faltered, and she quickly shifted her tone, teeth clenched in desperation. “Please, Scarlet Snake… have mercy on me?”


    Tears spilled down her cheeks, mingling with the cold sweat stering her hair to her face.


    Her once-pristine makeup now smeared, she looked utterly defeated.


    But Allison’s pace remained unwavering, her footsteps mercilessly closing the distance.


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