The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 721:

Hell responded without hesitation, his voice cool and firm, “Yes.” At his words, Corrine lifted her eyes, meeting his unflinching gaze from across the table.

Hell sat there, wearing a white suit that draped over him like a king’s cloak, exuding an air of sophistication and ancient nobility, as if plucked from the pages of history. His shirt collar was left slightly undone, giving a glimpse of the smooth curve of his collarbone as he slouched comfortably in his chair, like a lion lounging in the sun after a long hunt.

His features were sharply defined, as though carved by the gods themselves—each motion adding to the raw magnetism of his face. Yet, the fierce, almost predatory gleam in his eyes stood in stark contrast to his regal appearance.

In that moment, a thought flickered in Corrine’s mind. Hell was like a lion—born to lead, but weathered by the storms of life. But then another thought came to her. Perhaps Hell was a creature of pure instinct, as savage and bloodthirsty as the wild itself.

Hell’s eyes caught the faintest hint of a smile in Corrine’s, and his lips twitched into a knowing grin. “Miss Holland,” he teased, his voice dripping with curiosity, “you seem so certain of victory.”

offering him a casual glance before turning to the

lingered on her, sharp and calculating. “Miss Holland, remember, luck doesn’t

challenge, his words carrying weight as

took her card but didn’t rush to look at it. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. Her lips curled into a confident, teasing smile. “Perhaps Lady Luck is always on my side?”

beauty was untamed, bold—she wore it like armor, unapologetically radiant. Hell watched her for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle. “Well then, let’s see the

room, silence descended, heavy with anticipation. All eyes were on the unfolding game, each breath held in

go first to show my sincerity,”

the room, followed

Martel’s luck is unbelievable!” someone

never loses… and it seems the rumors are true,”

someone else said, shaking his head in sympathy. “If she loses, falling