Chapter 689

Chapter 689

Sylvia blinked, a hint of amusement flashing in her beautiful eyes.

“It's my turn to show my cards," she said.

Almost everyone was nervously watching the poker cards in her hand,

especially Jasper who seemed worried and tense. He was afraid that

Sylvia would lose and end up losing the new energy source.

"So... Deputy Chief, what do you have?" Chaz pretended to cough

lightly and asked softly.

"Nothing much, see for yourself," Sylvia glanced at everyone before

revealing her cards.

As soon as she revealed them, everyone's eyes widened at the sight of

her hand. A few cards were gently lifted up by her fingers...

Then...

Chaz's face froze as his heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. "How

is this possible? You actually...”

“I'm sorry to disappoint you. I have a straight flush,” Sylvia said with a

dazzling smile that made it hard for anyone not to be attracted.

Hunter looked unhappy with this turn of events. This woman had such

incredible luck! She got a straight flush on the first round!

He himself only had four-of-a-kind but he reminded himself that he was

still the gambling king who had never lost before. It was just one round

after all; he didn't believe that this woman could keep having such good

luck throughout all three rounds.

Harold frowned slightly; even he hadn't expected Sylvia's luck to be so

good on the first round. "Let's start with round two now," he said as he

began dealing out five more poker cards each for both Hunter and

Sylvia.

"This time let Deputy Chief go first,” Hunter politely suggested since it

had been him who went first on the last round.

Sylvia gave him an indifferent smile and hadn't even touched any of

those five new poker cards since Harold dealt them out earlier on.

"Are you sure?" she asked coyly.

Looking at the smile on her lips, Hunter had a bad feeling.

He quietly exhaled some air, trying not to worry too much, because

surely she couldn't be lucky twice in a row... She didn't even look at her

own card yet...

"Deputy Chief should go ahead," Hunter gritted his teeth together tightly

while trying hard not to show his anxiety.

“That's what you said,” nodded Sylvia calmly before quickly flipping

over another straight flush from underneath those five newly dealt-out

poker cards.

Hunter's face turned extremely gloomy immediately after seeing this

outcome once again... "How is this possible? How did you..."

"These cards were dealt by Mr. Gamble, and the deck was shuffled by

him too. Surely he wouldn't intentionally give me good cards, right?"

Sylvia's eyes flashed with a hint of wickedness. "So, gambling king, are

you willing to accept defeat?"

Best two out of three.

Sylvia had already won two rounds straight.

Hunter's face turned ashen and he couldn't even utter a word while

pointing at Sylvia.

Harold's face also darkened; he never expected Sylvia would be so

lucky.

Sylvia sneered. "What? Can't accept it?"

She curved her red lips and her eyes sparkled with fierce light as she

emitted a terrifying aura. "How about... I give you another chance?"

"What do you mean?" Chaz pointed at her angrily. "You must have

cheated."

"Me cheat? I didn't even touch the cards throughout the game! Every

card was dealt and shuffled by Mr. Gamble himself! How can you

blame me?" Sylvia looked innocent.

Harold patted Chaz stiffly on his shoulder before stepping forward to

face Sylvia."Deputy Chief said we could have another chance. What do

you want to bet on?"

"Mr. Gamble is truly a great leader indeed, unlike some petty minister,”

Sylvia smiled charmingly as she suddenly took out her silver pistol from

her pocket and spun it elegantly in her palm.

Click!

She opened the magazine as all six bullets fell onto the table with

clattering sounds. She picked up one bullet then loaded it into the gun

before playing around with magazine, making more clicking noises.

Everyone watched in shock without understanding what she intended

to do next.

After finishing all these actions, Sylvia smirked at Harold. "How about

this? Let's play something thrilling. If your gambling king lost to me, the

ownership of this island should belong to M6."

"But since you're not happy about losing,” Her cold voice echoed

through the large conference room."Let's play Russian Roulette

instead. There is only one bullet inside this gun. If Mr. Gamble points it

towards his head but doesn't die, the island will belong to us. But if he

gets shot accidentally, then we don't want this island anymore."

"What do you say? Leave everything up to fate; let God decide."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chaz immediately roared in anger,

"You're going too far! You're basically asking Mr. Gamble to go die!"

"You're going too far! Mr. Gamble, don't agree to her demands!"

Sylvia's lips curved into a smirk. "Mr. Santana, haven't you noticed

something?"

"What?"

"That the decision-making power lies in my hands, not in yours or Mr.

Gamble's.”