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.

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lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smirk. “If you

the air like a blade, and

surprise that danced in her

commanding force in his voice left no room for doubt.

faint, frigid smile. “Mr. Martel, are you so certain I’ll

cool, dripping with a quiet arrogance that seemed to ripple through

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

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and practiced as he began dealing the cards, the