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."

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

whiskey and hurled it to the floor. It shattered and liquid

Raven Allen!" he barked. His voice cut through the music. "You’ve been walking around like you own

He didn’t raise his voice. He

here to ruffle him but to take him

a circle around them. Bets shifted from the table to the fight. Money exchanged hands quickly with half on

in his mouth, his blood

joined that terrible organization and now he is at its peak

also an heir to his family business when the

father would always tell him about how good and hardworking the

country who would have

of the family’s possession

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

crippled, he hoped he would remain in the background until he gets Desmond to transfer the Allen major shares but

casino, he must bring everything

he struck first, a sudden punch aimed straight for

his fist mid-air, twisted his

The crowd shouted.

chest. They crashed to the floor.

scrambled up, rage in his eyes. He pulled a knife from his jacket. Gasps

cried

grabbed the edge of a chair, snapping off one of its legs. He had expected this fight wouldn’t just

as wood met metal while he countered with a strike to his ribs. Night staggered and the crowd

time the blade

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

solid punch across his jaw which sent him stumbling

twisted in fury. He grabbed a broken

felt his time ticking and decided to solve this matter quickly.

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

table. Cards, chips, and glasses