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."

on the table, making glasses rattle. The

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

he barked. His voice cut through the music. "You’ve been

didn’t raise his voice.

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

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

his mouth, his blood boiling with envy, jealousy and

the reason he joined that terrible organization and

heir to his family business

of Davis Allen because his father would always tell him about how good

would have thought he would return and build the

Desmond’s desire to eliminate Davis because of the family’s possession and the prototype, he thought his

He had always hidden his face from them. Desmond,

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

must bring everything

the fury in his heart, he struck first,

mid-air, twisted his wrist, and shoved him back against the

The crowd shouted.

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

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

weapons," the dealer cried weakly. But no one

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

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

time the blade grazed Davis’s

he swung the chair leg

punch across his jaw which sent him stumbling backward, crashing into the bar. Bottles shattered, liquor spilling down his

grabbed a

this matter quickly. "I have little time to waste."

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

Cards, chips, and glasses flew everywhere. The crowd