?<strong>Chapter 558:</strong>


    Even Amor was afraid of something after all.


    Kylo, however, remained unruffled. “If it’s true or not, one shot will prove it.”


    He’d been watching Amor all along, allowing her to dig her own grave with every move. He wanted her exposed, stripped of her power in front of everyone.


    “Of course… no problem,” Amor replied, though her voice wavered, her back drenched in cold sweat.


    Her body trembled, her face pale as the reality set in.


    Six nks. Now, the only chamber left held a live round. Allison knew it; there was no escaping it.


    Before she could think further, Allison pulled the trigger.


    Bang—!


    The gunshot rang through the room, sharp and final. At thest moment, Allison had shifted her aim, sparing Amor’s life by a matter of inches.


    Thud—


    The bullet tore into her shoulder.


    Amor crumpled to the floor, clutching her wound as a scream tore from her lips. “Aaaahhh!”


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    The sharp sensation left her writhing in pain. The agony was truly unimaginable.


    The razor-thin line between life and death was terrifying, and no one felt it more keenly than Amor.


    Allison spun the revolver, her gaze hard and unyielding as she looked down at the woman writhing on the floor. “You’ve lost.” There was no sympathy in Allison’s eyes, only cold calction.


    Amor, who had turned this very weapon on so many others, could never have foreseen the day it would be used against her. Allison hadn’t aimed to kill her—not out of mercy, but because she didn’t need to. Kylo’s men would handle that.


    Clutching her shoulder, Amor winced, her fingers trembling, smearing blood as she fought to rise, to make onest attempt at defiance.


    “Scarlet Snake,” she gasped, “you set me up!”


    Allison didn’t flinch; Amor was right. She had yed her hand meticulously, every round in the poker game a trap, each move baiting Amor toward this ruin.


    Had Amor known when to fold, she might have escaped. But before Amor could utter another word, the crowd’s jeers swallowed her usations.


    “She imed she had always been the winner in foreign casinos? Now it’s clear—she’s nothing but a cheat!”


    “She’s scammed people for years! What a shameless woman!”


    “She deserves more than a p on the wrist this time!”


    A hush fell as someone whispered, “Careful—Amor’s close with Mr. Vargas. Maybe losing fingers is the worst that’ll happen.”


    No one rose to defend her. Amor’s past treachery wasid bare, her reputation crumbling around her.


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