Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 366 Deal Again.

Isabelle spoke up slowly, “Do it.”

Finished

Hunter’s demeanor softened, and he managed a relaxed smile. “You wouldn’t actually go for something so violent and bloody, right?”

He figured Isabelle was just teasing him to gain his attention, and didn’t think she’d actually follow through.

Of course, if he had won, he’d be the one to make the call.

But Isabelle surprised him. Tm already holding back by not ending your life with one game.”

Yves chimed in, “Mr. Hunter, do you think my Sweetheart is kidding? Seems you’re clueless about women.”

Seeing Isabelle and Yves‘ serious faces, Hunter finally realized Isabelle meant business.

He stayed composed. “You really caught me off guard. I’m not sore about losing, but don’t really have to resort to violence, do we? How about we change the stakes? You decide.”

Hunter hadn’t realized how dangerous the woman in front of him was.

Yves said. “Mr. Hunter, if you can’t do it yourself, I’m happy to step in. But don’t think you’ll get off easy,”

“I’m not trying to bail, but-

“You’re talking too much, and frankly, you’re dumb,” Isabelle cut in.

Hunter’s expression soured under the scrutiny of everyone’s gaze.

He glared at Isabelle and then lowered his voice. Do you know who I am?”

held a threat. Being publicly insulted by a woman and feeling trapped, Hunter, who once

the president’s nephew. Can’t

“Backing out now in front of everyone brings shame to the president and Melfrey.”

in a bind.

pressed on, “Just one stab. Can’t you

cautious of Hunter’s status, didn’t cheer

of his family background, not genuine

scrutiny, Hunter crushed his cigarette

the dagger tightly but hesitating to

understood the wager

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eyes, grit his teeth, and stabbed his arm.

some women gasped, covering their mouths,

scream, his face contorted in pain. He pulled out the bloody dagger and tossed it on the

table.

date, pale with fear, awkwardly searched for a handkerchief to wrap

hastily wrapped his arm with a handkerchief. Sweat beaded on his forehead,

table, he insisted, “Deal

for payback aimed at Isabelle and

guest dealt the cards

her cards and shook her head in denial, hoping to flee.

the sofa, tears streaming down her face, compelled to confront her hand once more. Flipping a card, she

a three of clubs, and a nine of diamonds, totaling fourteen

his arm throbbing as he clenched his teeth, glaring

crumbled. “Reveal your cards,” he

the cards, not bothering to glance at them herself, revealing a ten, nine, and seven, totaling up to twenty–six points.

with cards