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

a small, almost imperceptible smirk. “If

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

Corrine struggled to maintain her composure, she couldn’t mask the flicker of surprise that danced

the cold, commanding force in his voice left no room for doubt. If this was a joke, it

her lips curling into a faint, frigid smile. “Mr. Martel, are

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

σ ν?

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

suggested, a gleam of amusement

hands swift and practiced as he began dealing