The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 722:

Hell toyed with the ring on his index finger, his lips curving into a subtle smirk. “Your turn, Miss Holland.”

With deliberate calmness, Corrine revealed her cards, speaking with quiet intrigue. “And what happens if there’s a tie, I wonder?”

Her words hung in the air, provoking a ripple of disbelief among the onlookers. Even at such a critical moment, this woman still wore her mask of courage, a calm veneer masking the storm within. It was a rare occurrence for a gambling game to end in a tie. In fact, ties were nearly unheard of—because in games like this, someone always lost, and someone always walked away with everything.

And yet, as the crowd glanced at her cards, their expressions froze in shock. Their jaws dropped, the room holding its breath, utterly stunned by what they saw.

Corrine got 21 points as well!

Hell glanced at Corrine, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

He hadn’t anticipated that she would match him point for point. With a meaningful smile, he remarked, “You’re starting to intrigue me, Miss Holland.”

Martel?” Corrine inquired, her

one hand, idly toying with the chips on the table. “I may not share your good fortune, Miss Holland. But, how about we strike

pressed her lips together, her expression neutral

can offer you what you seek, but only if you come

sly glances, an understanding passing between

resolute men couldn’t easily resist the allure of a

under the same spell. Though undeniably

your storytelling

it be that Mr. Martel had a

Martel, surely you have no shortage of women.” A

turned toward

help but exhale in unison, a

might have ended in catastrophe. But with