?<strong>Chapter 590:</strong>


    “Oh no, don’t try to pull that fragile act on us,” one person barked.


    Mny froze, flustered, her attempted charm turning on her. She could only seethe in silence, biting down hard as she fought to keep from screaming.


    Unbelievable, she thought. These people are crazy!


    Mny clenched her fists, swallowing down her frustration before leveling a calm, steady gaze at Allison.


    “Allison, please, just say yes. Your money would save his life.” She looked up at her, searching her face for any response. “Besides, money isn’t a problem for you. After all, you pocketed hundreds of millionsst night at that underground casino, easily.”


    She let the words “hundreds of millions” linger in the air, knowing that it would strike a nerve with anyone listening. People tended to resent the wealthy; Mny counted on that.


    Lindy, whose concern for her son had overpowered any other emotion, joined Mny’s plea.


    “Yes, you were lucky enough to make that money. But saving a life is worth more than any sum. Please, have somepassion — help him! If we can’t gather the money, he’ll die!”


    For all their private conflicts, Lindy’s and Mny’s voices now blended into a single, urgent appeal.


    “Allison,” Mny added, her voice cracking, “can you really bear to watch him die like this?”


    A ripple of gasps passed through the tourists around them.


    Hundreds of millions?


    Just like that?


    They worked themselves to the bone for a meager living. Forget hundreds of millions, even a single million was something they’d never earn in a lifetime! And to think Allison had achieved it in just a night… How? Who was she?


    Those who were eager to speak up fell silent. As they looked at Allison again, their expressions grew strangely uncertain. Allison took in their shifting expressions, her face betraying nothing but an icy calm.


    “To win that much money in an underground casino, you gamble with your life.”


    She lifted her gaze, pinning Mny in ce with her frosty eyes. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who led Colton into debt. You forced me into that gamble.”


    and eventually, got him detained. So, now, after throwing lives into the casino’s fire, you want to step up as the saint?”


    With each word, Allison took a deliberate step forward, her heels striking the pavement with a foreboding click. The sound echoed in Mny’s ears like a death sentence.


    Her voice faltered, her bravado wilting under the weight of Allison’s gaze. “I know I made mistakes. But you can save him.”


    From the crowd, a young woman stepped forward, feelingpelled to mediate. “Allison, they’re just desperate to save a life. If you have the means, could you help them?”


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