?<strong>Chapter 548:</strong>


    From where she sat, Amor red at the piles of money, rage seething through her veins.


    Would she really let Allison walk away with everything?


    No! Over her dead body!


    “Scarlet Snake.” Her voice came out strained, but her eyes were dark with madness. “Do you dare… to gamble onest round with me?”


    Amor struggled to maintain herposure, her breath shallow as blood seeped through the makeshift gauze around her severed fingers, leaving the onlookers stunned.


    The metallic scent permeated the room, an unsettling reminder of how high the stakes had risen.


    “I’m ready to bet everything: my business, assets, shares, even my life,” Amor dered.


    Allison’s eyes flickered with a brief softness, knowing that Amor’s resolve meant she was prepared to stake her very existence on this gamble. “Alright.”


    Amor’s eyes narrowed at Allison, glinting with lethal determination, like a predator striking with its final, decisive move.


    “Then let’s y Russian roulette.”


    Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd.


    They knew this was more than a game; it was a dance with death.


    All eyes were instantly focused on Amor and Allison.


    “If it’s about betting it all, Russian roulette is the only fitting choice,” Allison responded, meeting Amor’s stare without flinching.


    “It’s settled, then,” Amor said, a dangerous smile stretching across her face.


    Before the game could begin, Allison turned her gaze toward Kylo.


    “Watching from the sidelines must be dull. Mr. Vargas, why not join us and make good on your word and give it a whirl yourself?” Allison’s voice was casual, her gaze flicking toward Ken, who sat on the edge of the room. The crowd buzzed with disbelief.


    “Is she crazy? She’s actually inviting Mr. Vargas to y this game,” someone whispered.


    “My God, Scarlet Snake is bold. If anything happens to him, she’ll be in serious trouble too.”


    “But it makes sense. Mr. Vargas did say he would y if Amor lost.”


    Gasps rippled through the crowd as they processed Allison’s unexpected invitation for Kylo, the president of Muisvedo, to take part in Russian roulette.


    Kylo toyed with the ring on his finger, a hint of amusement flickering in his dark eyes.


    He stood, the shadows dancing around him. “Alright, since you insist, I’ll honor my promise.”


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