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.

was magnetic, like a predator sizing up

lips curled into a small, almost

air like a blade, and in an instant, the atmosphere in the casino

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

room for doubt. If this was a joke, it was one with

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

doubt I won’t,” Hell replied, his tone cool, dripping with a quiet arrogance that seemed to

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

suggested, a gleam of amusement

his hands swift and practiced as he began dealing the cards, the sound of them shuffling