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“Go along with what I say and do. Trust me, tonight you’ll earn her trust.” “Impossible, you don’t know Russell...” “Don’t you trust me? Let’s make a little bet. I bet my full salary this month! What? Are you up for it, huh?” “Damn, you’re that confident, huh? You’ve only been with Russell for a while. You don’t know her.” “And that’s why I’m challenging you with a bet. So? Are you up for it?” “Wow, so you’re betting a full salary, huh? It’s not anyone’s fault if the family has no money coming in.”

" He went to the next slide, a complex flowchart. "BETA Holdings is a strategic investment vehicle.". Its deals are a public record in Switzerland after a 45-day filing lag. This," he said, indicating a line, "is the real deal that day. A twenty-million-dollar investment in a geothermal startup. The money never went to the hotel. You can verify. It's public." He continued, methodical, ruthless. "The private jet to Aspen." A new slide. The tail number on the manifest in Victor's document is N804JB.

The guy in the back comes to raise the bet to two thousand dollars, and the left guy equals, the one on the right equals it. And Oliver increases the bet to three thousand dollars, the other two equal it. He drops the fourth card, which has no use for Noah but increases his bets, and the two men call forth. Before throwing the fifth card, Noah tells me to make an in-bet or nothing, and the guy in the back equals it, the one on the left decides to retreat, although he has already lost everything that he has previously bet. I move the chips even though there are quite a few, so I lean in and the gaze of the three men falls on my breasts Noah clicks his tongue inconvenience.

My breath comes out shaky. I force myself to glance at the phone in my hand. The site looks like it was built in the shadows—dark background, bold red names, icons flashing like they’re breathing. The two fighters are listed with codenames: Red Reaper and Goliath. Beneath their names, odds glow in bright numbers—Red Reaper: -180, Goliath: +220. The slimmer man, Reaper, has better odds. A favorite. Fast. Deadly. And it’s the bulkier one, Goliath—who looks like he could crush a skull with one swing—that is surprisingly the underdog. Next to their names, there’s a pulsing red button that says PLACE BET—$100,000.

"Either way, we own the debt. We win." At the low-limit table in the back, the packless wolf places her next bet on Callum Brennan's coalition at seven to one. She has been losing all evening. She does not change her bet.

After he said that, he was afraid that Fane would see right through his ruse, so he quickly changed the topic, “Cut the crap, punk. Are we still playing? We’ll play one billion bucks per round for ten rounds. And you can’t just give up halfway. For example, you can’t say that you want to withdraw after you lose one round. Withdrawing means that you automatically give up on the remaining nine rounds, and you’ll still have to pay me ten billion bucks. Got it?” “It–it’s so obvious that you’re bullying Fane because he’s new at this!” Sharon was so angry that she stamped her foot against the ground. Leo was really a b*stard. They were putting a bet of ten billion bucks—ten whole billion bucks. It

Had I told her of my plans, things wouldn't have escalated this bad, but I was trying to act smug, so she will praise me for my wisdom when I finally expose Pearl. I switched my laptop on and tried to get everything ready for the meeting. I had Mary prepare a good contract for them to look over. Debris Entertainment is one of the sort-out media companies. In the past three years, it has managed to rise and avoid its counterparts. Before then, the company went almost bankrupt and lost all its top shareholders. But it came back with a bag three years ago, and since then, businessmen have bent vying to sign contracts with them. According to the information I got, they only signed with a few out

I rubbed a hand over my face and let out a bitter laugh. Kai had no idea. No one did. To the world, I was Jackson, the loyal Beta, the second in command, the friend who stood beside Kai through every battle and every loss. But the truth? If I ever let myself be what I really was, I wouldn’t be his Beta. I would be his rival. Which was why I kept myself weak. Low. Controlled. My mother’s concoctions suppressed the Alpha blood in me, suppressed the witch magic in my veins, suppressed the instincts that wanted to rise and claim