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 the

calm things down, Night stood. He grabbed a glass of whiskey and hurled it to the floor. It shattered and liquid spilled across

Dave Raven Allen!" he barked. His voice cut through the music. "You’ve been

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

then he is not just here to ruffle him but to take him down... he needed to eliminate this bugging threat over

from the table to the fight. Money exchanged hands quickly with half on Night, half on

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

reason why he was deranged... the reason he joined that terrible organization and now

was also an heir to his family business

of Davis Allen because his father would always tell

his parents’ accident, Davis left the country who would have

underground, he found out about Desmond’s desire to eliminate Davis because of the family’s possession and the prototype,

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

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

must

struck first, a sudden punch aimed

been waiting. He nimbly caught his fist mid-air, twisted his wrist, and shoved him back against the table. Chips scattered

The crowd shouted.

roared and charged again, this time slamming his shoulder into Davis’s chest. They crashed to the floor. Davis

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

the dealer cried weakly.

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

forward. Davis blocked with the chair leg, sparks flying as wood met metal while he countered with a strike to his ribs. Night staggered and the

knife flashing. This time the

swung the chair leg hard into Night’s hand. The knife clattered to

sent him stumbling backward, crashing into

in fury. He grabbed

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

clean off the

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