Chapter 457

Seated beside Domenic, Lindsey sported a sly grin, whispering in his ear, “Paying you five million just to sever ties with me? That’s a bargain.

You could retire for a decade, you know.

Give it a thought?”

Glancing down at the teasing woman, Domenic lowered his voice, dripping with allure.

“Do you still see me as your kept man? I must give you a lesson tonight!”

Lindsey’s ears flamed red; had they been alone, she could’ve given him a nudge.

While this whispering continued, the others waited anxiously.

“What she suggests aligns with the game’s code-a truth or dare scenario.

Sir, it’s decision time.

Fear not; this business ends here and today; no one talks when we step out.

And remember the game’s rule: be true to your heart, no lies,” someone prodded, the crowd eager to see what he’d choose.

Slowly, Domenic sat up, resting his hands on his knees.

He bent slightly, and his eyes were cold and apathetic.

His fingers covered the bank card on the table.

Kristy smiled.

Gasps echoed as everyone presumed Domenic would opt for the bank card, spelling Lindsey’s fate.

Yet, human nature could get ruthless.

Sympathetic gazes shifted to Lindsey, who, unfazed, casually sipped her beer with no hint of anxiety or sorrow.

Then, in a swift motion, Domenic flung the card forward.

It glided swiftly to land in front of Kristy.

Kristy’s smug smile vanished, replaced by a furrowed brow, disbelief etched on her face.

She gazed up at Domenic, bewildered.

With a faint smirk, Domenic clasped Lindsey’s wrist, drawing her close.

For the first time that night, Domenic locked eyes with Kristy.

His gaze had a mesmerizing effect.

“I choose Lindsey,” he asserted softly.

Kristy’s eyes wavered, panic in her voice, “Are you certain? Here’s five million; with it, you could have any woman!”

Domenic’s eyes shifted to the woman in his embrace, affection evident in his eyes.

He replied firmly, “Linds is beyond price to me.

Not five million, not fifty, nor even five billion could measure up to her worth!”

Silence enveloped everyone.

They didn’t expect that they had to witness PDA during the game.

Amidst the bewildered spectators, only Nicolas and Mercer remained composed.

Mercer, hidden behind a veil of calm, couldn’t help but inwardly sneer.

Kristy’s demeanor appeared so haughty, yet five million dollars meant nothing to Domenic, a man whose wealth stretched into the billions.

Kristy’s attempt to sway Domenic with money was futile, an act destined for failure even in an alternate reality.