Chapter 525: Chapter 525

Chapter 525:

The calm assurance in his voice left more than a few onlookers stunned. Even Sherman seemed bewildered, watching Kellan, known to be notoriously cold and detached, cast aside all pretense and company affairs to be here in an underground casino, ready to face an unknown gamble — all for Allison. It was almost as if a fairy tale had come to life.

Not far off, Colton looked on, his face darkening with each passing second.

“Ha, so it’s Kellan,” he muttered, his voice heavy with contempt. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening as the anger simmered beneath his skin.

It was one thing to witness Allison hold sway over a man, but to see Kellan, of all people, wrapped around her little finger? It was too much. It seemed not only had Allison charmed him into bringing cash, but she’d also convinced him to dive headfirst into this dangerous gamble.

He was so angry that he felt like exploding.

Sure, Kellan was free to play any game, but if he lost? The Lloyd Group’s reputation would be hard to salvage!

Meanwhile, Amor narrowed her gaze, meeting Kellan’s steady, unwavering stare. “This is a high-stakes game, Mr. Lloyd,” she said, her tone edged with challenge.

“Maybe you should think twice.” She had, of course, heard the rumors out of Ontdale about Kellan.

Wealthy beyond imagination, his businesses spanned luxury goods and fragrances, earning him a place among the top ten on the global rich list. He had once been bound to a wheelchair — who could have foreseen him standing here now, every bit the formidable figure?

But Kellan’s response cut through her thoughts like a blade. “Perhaps the one who should rethink matters of life and death is you, Miss Prescott.”

His words were cold, absolute, and unmistakably final.

Amor was left speechless.

She had no retort — no man had ever spoken to her this way. But in that moment, she silently vowed that this boldness would not go unpunished.

“With four participants in the game now, we might find three decks insufficient,” Kylo observed, signaling with a slight lift of his hand.

One of his aides swiftly produced another deck of cards. “We’ll add a fourth deck, but all other rules remain unchanged,” he announced.

The additional deck heightened the complexity, demanding greater memory skills.

Amor, with a confident smirk and a voice as chillingly seductive as a coiled serpent, proposed, “Why not raise the stakes? Let’s double the wager, 300 thousand dollars in chips for each card turned.”

She cast a sly glance at Allison. “Otherwise, with the mountain of cash Mr. Lloyd brought, it might not even get used.”

Kellan didn’t respond directly. He shifted his gaze to Allison. “Does that work for you, Ms. Clarke?”

“That’s fine,” Allison agreed.

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