Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 576 - 318 If you can’t afford to lose, don’t play_2

She could never get that Ace of Hearts, but when she flipped her card, it was precisely the most unlikely one, so he determined that this woman must be cheating at gambling.

However, her technique was wonderfully subtle, showing no visible clues.

But if the cards were examined, problems would certainly be found.

Since Joshua Hughes has sided with the Parker Family, offending him doesn’t matter.

Joshua Hughes’s eyes were cold, and he pulled a reckless smile at the corners of his lips, lowering his head to look at Avery Jane: "Avery, don’t be afraid. Tell me which part of him you want, play to your heart’s content."

His voice was unhurried, carrying a unique magnetism, like radio waves penetrating everyone’s ears.

Everyone thought that Joshua Hughes was relying on that life-and-death contract. The winner could propose any condition, but only Avery Jane knew that Joshua Hughes was telling her that no matter what situation arose, he would settle it for her.

But when did he come to Las Vegas?

In fact, when she drew that King of Hearts, she should have realized, perhaps Joshua Hughes had arrived, hence the king was in her hand.

She had already gambled the most terrifying round, so she might as well bet that this man could indeed replace that Ace of Hearts from the deck.

Her lashes gently lifted, fluttering like small fans, eyes more alluring and mysterious than a cat’s. A glimmer passed through, and her clear voice carried a hint of sweetness, and even a touch of allure and innocence: "I want three of his fingers."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, everyone present was stunned. Such an enchanting beauty, with such an intimidating request.

Too surprising...

Sitting in the center, Vincent Hunter’s face turned waxy. What was meant to come, inevitably came; it’s just that this girl’s boldness was astounding.

Daring to cheat in front of so many people, though he didn’t see clearly how the card was exchanged, since his son said so - his son grew up mingling with gambling crowds, even if he didn’t have Avery Jane’s talent, recognizing cards definitely wouldn’t be wrong.

If he says there’s a problem, then there definitely is a problem.

As long as his son wins today, it’s fine. But if they dare demand his son’s fingers after losing, they shouldn’t expect to walk out of Las Vegas.

He raised his hand to signal, and the person behind him immediately bent down, listening attentively.

Atlas Hallow held Charlotte Miller’s hand, speaking softly: "You can watch closely later; there’s no need for me to seek revenge for Luna Miller’s fingers being cut off, Joshua Hughes won’t let Vincent Hunter’s son leave intact today."

Charlotte Miller’s gaze fell on Tate Hunter’s hands, fingers slender and clean. It’s a pity such hands are on this scumbag.

Tate Hunter wasn’t worried at all about his fingers because he was sure he remembered the card, the Ace of Hearts still among the cards the dealer hadn’t dealt.

"Then let me state my request, Miss Jane, come out tonight and have a chat with me, how does that sound?" Tate Hunter said it was to chat, but everyone understood the meaning clearly as soon as it was spoken, and the crowd began to buzz.

"Check the cards." Joshua Hughes’s teeth-clenched voice was low and hoarse, looking at Tate Hunter with eyes as cold as ice, carrying a bloodthirsty aura, almost wanting to kill him.

To dare covet Avery Jane, and even say it in front of him, certainly recklessly; seems like his fingers shouldn’t be the only thing broken...

Avery Jane felt some fear, her petite body shrinking slightly in his embrace.

This instinctive reaction made Joshua Hughes clearly sense that no matter how skilled her gambling or how beautiful her techniques, trying to deceive men with appearances, ultimately she remained pure as a clear pool of water.

Her world was meant to be so distinctly black and white, and the sudden flood of gruesome matters had already pushed her endurance to its limit.

Lowering his head slightly, he kissed her cool forehead; she was scared now and obediently stayed in his arms, quiet like a little pet without a trace of resistance.

However, once this matter was over, she would turn back to that cold, indifferent, unconcerned attitude towards him.