Chapter 516: Chapter 516

Chapter 516:

Amor’s eyes flared with anger. “You’ve got some serious skills. I underestimated you, Scarlet Snake.”

Allison’s expression softened, revealing her ease. She had been playing the role of a novice while, in truth, she was a master. Beside her, Kylo’s lips curled into a faint smile. He finally understood the eerie familiarity he’d felt when they first met.

Compared to Amor, Scarlet Snake was the true gambler. She had pretended to be innocent, only to boldly wager ten million when the stakes were at their highest. Few in the room could match her audacity. Indeed, gambling was all about risk.

Kylo’s eyes held an inscrutable emotion, though a rare flicker of amusement crossed his face. “Round two, Scarlet Snake wins.”

The stunned crowd erupted into murmurs.

“Incredible! I’ve never seen anyone so fearless.”

“Damn, when those cards were revealed, I thought my heart would stop. Did she really bet on Amor folding?”

“Maybe Scarlet Snake just got lucky.”

As Kylo stood, the crowd fell silent. The click of his black leather shoes against the marble created an unmistakable tension.

“Final round. Are you both ready?” Kylo asked, his voice low and steady.

“Let’s begin,” Allison said with a smile.

“Wait!” Amor interjected, her brows drawn together. “I’ve had a rough time with this poker game. How about a different game?”

She cast a meaningful glance toward Allison. “Something that relies on skill, not just luck.”

Kylo turned to Allison for her thoughts. “What do you think?”

Allison shrugged, unbothered. “Whatever you like.”

After being taken in and trained as an assassin from a young age, Allison had assumed countless identities, often blending into casinos around the world. A game of cards, no matter the stakes, didn’t rattle her.

Amor raised a hand, and an attendant promptly brought over three new decks. “The rules are simple.”

She removed all the jokers and face cards, leaving 56 cards. She handed the decks to the dealer. “The dealer will shuffle these cards randomly,” she explained, her voice carrying easily. “We take turns flipping two cards at a time. If you reveal a matching pair by suit and number, you score a point.”

The dealer gave a final shuffle, then spread the cards face-down across the table, covering nearly every inch.

“Each time you flip a card, you wager 150,000 chips. If you don’t reveal a matching pair, the pot keeps the money,” Amor continued, circling the table before stopping in front of Allison. Their eyes met, thick with tension.

“At the end, whoever has the most points wins — and takes the pot.”

Allison downed her champagne in a single gulp. “Alright.” In poker, luck was only half of the equation, the rest depended on composure. While Allison was unafraid to gamble, winning wasn’t a guarantee.

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