Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 161 I Bet on Myself to Win

Unbeknownst to Lela, her every move was scrutinized from below, Lela raised her right hand, signaling to the official, "We need a written agreement, don't we?"

"If Yaz doesn't honor the bet later, this will all go to waste." No sooner had she spoken than the crowd began to chant, louder and louder, "Agreement! Agreement! Agreement!" Yaz, eyes bloodshot, glared at Lela. "You think I'm scared? Just don't chicken out if you lose."

Lela scoffed indifferently, "I'll return those words to you."

Watching the live event on screen from backstage; Lily felt her nerves stretched taut, her heart in her throat.

She knew Lady Phoenix was seeking vengeance on her behalf, but they were gambling with something invaluable — a pair of eyes.

She had asked Turd to dig into Yaz's background. After providing the public with sufficient evidence during a royal dispute, he had left, only to be discretely sent on missions by Charles or to frequent the casinos around the world. Unlike Lady Phoenix, who made appearances exclusively at the Grape Casino, Yaz had practically conquered the world's top ten casinos without a single loss on record.

He didn't change his name; too many Yazs existed worldwide, and altering it would only draw more attention.

"No, this can't happen!"

She had to intervene.

in her pocket - a timed message Lela had set up, knowing Lily's concerns would be kicking in.

a deep breath, Lily's slender fingers gripped the doorway tightly. She pondered for a moment before brushing her hand against the sharp knife strapped to her thigh, and with determined resolve, she stepped outside. The night before, upon entering the

with contracts in hand, one for each, and

on the

the spectators were losing their minds with bets flying some on the reigning queen, others on

of her pen, pocketed it, and rose from her seat. She fetched two briefcases from a nearby security cabinet, flipped them open

eyes from the stands were trained on Lela's performance, their frenzy cooling into curious silence, unsure of the

bet? Why

"Who knows."

equally perplexed. "Champ,