Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 513:

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Amor’s grin widened, her voice brimming with excitement at the prospect of that ‘special’ bowling match with Allison.

“Some guy tried it a while back. Poor fool couldn’t make it past two rounds before quitting. Such a shame.”

The chill in Amor’s smile could have made even a seasoned player shudder.

Those in the know winced at the mention of bowling. After all, it wasn’t just a game — it was a deadly one, with lethal consequences for the slightest mistake.

“Alright,” Allison said, her brow furrowing slightly, seemingly oblivious to the gruesome implication. She took a steadying breath, then added, “I didn’t catch all the rules before, but I won’t lose again!”noveldrama

Her attempt at calm only earned more smirks and shaking heads from the crowd.

Poker was a game of nerves, and everyone thought Allison was an open book, a sitting duck waiting to be read.

Even Kylo gave her a closer, evaluating look.

Had he misjudged her all along? Maybe she was just another reckless fool. Sighing, his interest began to fade.

“Sir,” Andres murmured, leaning closer to Kylo. “Amor is no stranger here. She’s never lost a game in this casino. Rumor has it, she used to run casinos abroad.”

Kylo nodded. “She’s got the chops.”

She certainly did, but her emotions often betrayed her.

Kylo suspected her flawless record had more to do with some shady dealings than sheer skill. Anyone who had ever beaten her, well, didn’t stick around to talk about it.

There wasn’t much about her that piqued his interest anymore.

“The first round’s concluded. Amor takes the win,” Kylo announced, his voice steady and authoritative. The room fell silent, the chatter coming to a halt all at once.

“Winning without a fight is just… boring,” Amor sighed disinterestedly, ordering a vodka as she waited for the dealer to shuffle the cards for the next round.

She had anticipated a worthy adversary but instead found herself facing a novice.

Soon, the community cards were dealt, and each player received their hand.

Allison glanced up, catching the faintest smirk on Amor’s face as she checked her cards. It was barely perceptible, but Allison noticed.

Apparently, Amor’s hand was strong — very strong.

Allison lowered her gaze, cautiously lifting the corner of her own cards.

They were worse than the last round.

All singles. Slim chances for a straight or flush.

Even with the best community cards, outmatching Amor seemed impossible.

In this best-of-three, another loss meant the end of the line.

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