Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 411: I guess that’s all...

When he got notice of this challenge, he was very glad because he was already bothered on how to apprehend Davis who felt he had it all.

With Davis successful elimination of Desmond and Sylas. And more pressing was Aaron’s unwillingness to strive for the takeover of the group.

He felt his chances of operation were slim. A thought that left him unsettled. Who would have thought Davis would request to meet him over the table.

Feared not only for his skills at the table but also for the way he handled betrayal. Night wasn’t just a player; he was a shark in human form or so they thought in the casino.

So, as usual, Night merchant was confident in himself.

Davis didn’t answer. He simply tapped the table with two fingers. Deal.

At least, at the moment, he was the one who pronounced the deal.

Cards slid across the green felt. The room grew quieter. Chips clinked as bets were placed.

Night tossed in a heavy stack without even looking at his cards. "All in," he said smoothly. His voice carried arrogance, but his eyes burned with challenge.

Gasps echoed around the room. Everyone leaned forward, looking forward to the intensity of the fight.

Davis looked at his hand, then at Night. For a moment, it seemed he would fold. Then, slowly, he pushed his chips in too. "Call."

The dealer swallowed hard. The cards were flipped. Night had a flush, strong almost unbeatable.

But Davis? He laid down a full house.

The crowd roared. Money spilled to his side of the table.

Night’s smirk disappeared. His jaw tightened. He leaned closer, voice low. "You think you’re clever, huh?"

Davis finally spoke, calm and deep. "I don’t think. I only win."

his temper snap, he slammed his fist on the table, making glasses rattle. The dealer flinched. Two bouncers at

stood. He grabbed a glass of whiskey and hurled it to

cut through the music. "You’ve been walking around like you own

floor. He didn’t raise his voice. He only stared at

here to ruffle him but to take him down...

shifted from the table to the fight.

unbothered tasted bile in his mouth, his blood boiling with envy, jealousy

reason he joined that terrible organization and now he is at its peak

heir to his family business when the company hadn’t gone

father

who would have thought he would return

he found out about Desmond’s desire to eliminate Davis because of

the accident. He had always hidden his face from them. Desmond, Vera and even

he hoped he would remain in the background until he gets Desmond to transfer the Allen major shares but then that woman stepped

this casino, he must bring everything to

his heart, he struck first,

Davis had been waiting. He nimbly caught his fist mid-air, twisted his wrist, and shoved him back against

The crowd shouted.

shoulder into Davis’s chest. They crashed to the floor. Davis grunted

in his eyes. He pulled a knife from his jacket. Gasps filled

dealer cried weakly.

off one of its legs. He had expected this fight wouldn’t just end with

sparks flying as wood met metal while he countered with

time the blade grazed Davis’s

didn’t slow. Instead, he swung the chair leg hard into Night’s hand. The

solid punch across his jaw which sent him stumbling backward, crashing into the

He grabbed

felt his time ticking and decided to solve this matter

waist, and lifted him clean off the ground. A move Night didn’t expect

him onto the table. Cards, chips, and glasses flew everywhere. The crowd screamed