Chapter 561: Chapter 561

Chapter 561:

He smiled, warm and approachable, his tone rich and steady—like a godfather speaking to his own. Yet everyone knew the brutal reputation that lay beneath. He was someone even the mafia wouldn’t dare to provoke lightly. Kellan gave a brief nod and picked up the revolver, spinning its cylinder with a series of crisp clicks.

“A gun’s more straightforward than a blade sometimes,” he said, almost to himself. “Direct, like dealing with a problem head-on.”

“Then I suppose we differ there, Mr. Lloyd,” Kylo replied, casting a sidelong glance at Allison. “The dagger is sharper. I prefer feeling the tide turn in my hand.”

In his mind, no weapon matched her more than a dagger. She was just as sharp, cold, dangerous, and as captivating as a blood-red gem.

The room grew silent as everyone sensed the rising tension between the two men. Even Andres, who rarely flinched, seemed taken aback. Kylo was notoriously guarded, and the dagger, with its weighty significance, was not something he would hand over lightly. It seemed that Kylo had taken a special interest in Scarlet Snake. Andres stepped forward, smiling carefully as he addressed Allison.

“Miss Scarlet Snake, as tonight’s prize, the house you rented in Muisvedo is now yours permanently. Additionally, as my apology, your expenses in Muisvedo this year will be waived.”

Allison accepted with a cool nod. “Alright.”

She knew Andres was an opportunist. But as long as she got what she needed, his motives were irrelevant. She saw Colton and Melany being escorted to settle their chips, while the casino’s staff, clad in black, mopped up the last traces of blood from the floor. At some point, the wailing outside had ceased. The night’s chaos was coming to an end.

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“Mr. Lloyd,” she said, stretching lazily. “Let’s go. The casino will handle the transfers in a few days. No need to linger.”

This was Muisvedo’s way: settle up, count chips, and leave. As for those unable to pay, well, their fates wouldn’t be enviable. For Colton and Melany, this night was destined to be torturous. As the room emptied, Kylo lingered, thoughtful. He turned to Andres.

“Look into Scarlet Snake’s and her partner’s background information. I want everything.”

His gaze fell to the table, to the spot where Kellan had driven the dagger into the wood. “And especially,” he murmured, “find out about her relationship with Kellan.”

The intense glow of the moon cast deep, shifting shadows over the quiet road outside Muisvedo, emphasizing how late it had become.

Allison and Kellan strode side by side, their silence interrupted only by the labored shuffling of Sherman and the others as they hauled the heavy cash boxes behind them, stumbling with each step.

“Ms. Clarke, you really gave me a scare today,” Sherman said, the tremor in his voice betraying lingering fear. He swallowed hard and added, “Most people wouldn’t play such a high-stakes game even with ten times the courage. You’re… something else.”

He held back the thought that lingered in his mind. What Allison exhibited wasn’t just bravery; it bordered on madness. The way she faced Texas Hold’em and Russian Roulette spoke of nerves of steel and recklessness intertwined.

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