The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 720:

Hell’s gaze never wavered as he locked eyes with her, his stare predatory—calculating, unwavering.

He leaned back slightly, his tone nonchalant yet laced with an undeniable edge. “If you win, I will grant you one request.”

A ripple of surprise ran through the room.

The rumors about Mr. Martel’s generosity were well-known, but hearing him say it so plainly made the promise seem almost too good to be true. If this woman won, she could have whatever she wanted.

Corrine remained unshaken, her composure as solid as granite. She casually gestured to a nearby staff member for a cocktail. “And if I lose?” she asked, her voice calm but sharp.

Hell’s gaze flickered upward, his amber eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that seemed to strip away any pretense.

like a predator sizing up its prey. He was as unyielding

his lips curled into a small,

the air like a blade, and in

couldn’t mask the flicker of surprise that danced in her eyes. She hadn’t expected him

doubt. If this was a joke, it was

darkened, the edge of her lips curling into a faint, frigid smile. “Mr. Martel, are you so certain I’ll lose?” she asked, her voice carrying an almost imperceptible

arrogance that seemed to ripple through the air. It wasn’t a

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the tension between them thickening. “And what exactly do you want to play?” she inquired, her curiosity

luck holds out,” he suggested, a gleam of amusement dancing in his

moment later, the dealer appeared, his hands swift and practiced as he began dealing the cards, the