RedNovelChapter 1300: He'd thought himself subtle, but Corrine had seen through his tricks with alarming clarity.
"So, thanks to you," Corrine continued with a sly grin, shifting her gaze to the dealer, "I not only got my money back, but I've made quite a profit tonight." "Hum!" Jonathan clicked his tongue, a sound that sent an icy shiver through the room.
His eyes narrowed as he tossed his cards onto the table. "Who told you to cheat?" The dealer's heart felt as if it had stopped. A cold sweat broke out across his forehead, slowly trickling down his face as he struggled to breathe.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe mere presence of Jonathan was enough to freeze him to the bone. His legs felt weak, but he forced himself to remain standing.
"I thought..." he stammered, panic rising in his voice. "I thought I was supposed to..." "Who told you to make guesses?" Jonathan's voice cut through the air, icy and commanding, as he signaled to Bleacher.
With a swift nod, Bleacher led a man in black forward, preparing to escort the dealer away.
The dealer, in a frenzy of desperation, crawled to Jonathan's feet, clutching at his leg. "Boss, I was wrong. I won't do it again! Please, giveanother chance!" Jonathan looked down at him coldly, his expression devoid of mercy. "One more word, and you'll lose your tongue." The dealer's face twisted in terror.
He tried to speak again, but Bleacher was already there, gagging him and dragging him away.
The dealer's frantic eyes darted to Corrine, pleading silently for her intervention, but she offered him nothing- her gaze as indifferent as the cold stone floor beneath him.
More Chapters Here gnov☐☐☐☐☐ Had she not seen through his tricks, she would have lost everything. Why would she show him any mercy now? Giving second chances to those who tried to harm her only provided them with the means to destroy her.
The dealer couldn't understand Jonathan's actions. If he had no feelings for Corrine, why had he allowed her to cause trouble without retribution, treating her as a valued guest? It seemed the boss must have had feelings for her.
But given his ruthless methods and readiness to employ any means-no matter how underhanded-to achieve his goals, why would he choose to leave her be instead of taking her by force?
The dealer was hauled away, his struggles fueled by the injustice he ve felt.
He knew exactly what awaited him room.
once he was taken from the room he was If he was going to die, he at least wanted to know why.
Bleacher, noticing the mix of defiance m and desperation in the dealer's expression, hesitated for a moment before pulling the cloth from his mouth.
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