Chapter 115: Chapter 115

Chapter 115:

The room went quiet, shocked by the boldness of the wager.

At the Tartarus Club, the ultimate bets were body parts.

Harlee was quite something.

Ritchie became anxious, aware of Shipley’s underhanded tactics, and worried Harlee might suffer because of them.

Harlee simply shook her head at Ritchie. She never engaged in battles she wasn’t sure to win, and she had been eager to help Ritchie resolve his issues.

Back then, Ritchie fled abroad not because of any wrongdoing, but because Shipley used their grandmother’s life to force him into a gamble, with the condition that he leave the Diaz family and go to Uwhor. Shipley was Ritchie’s half-brother.

Within the Diaz family, only their grandmother genuinely cared for Ritchie. The others viewed him as either worthless or a burden. Yet, Ritchie’s grandmother’s condition was critical. She was sick and couldn’t afford her medical treatments. Ritchie had to degrade himself and beg, and only then did Shipley grudgingly give a fraction of his allowance for the medical bills.

Ritchie’s father had initially fooled Ritchie’s mother out of a large inheritance before attaching himself to Shipley’s mother.

“You want to bet on his behalf? Are you even worthy?” Shipley questioned.

Harlee closed her laptop, stood up, and approached with her long, elegant legs. Only then did Shipley really take in Harlee’s appearance.

He hadn’t seen such beauty in a long time.

Initially, his goal was to embarrass Ritchie and claim his woman.

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But upon noting Harlee’s charm, he was intent on possessing her. Such breathtaking beauty had to be his alone.

Shipley said, “Fine, let’s bet.”

“Per Tartarus Club’s rules, we start at five million each round, settling up after each, with the biggest bet in the tenth round.”

Five million each round? Harlee clenched her teeth. Not enough.

“No, we start at ten million per round, doubling it each time.

Are you in?”

Shipley looked at Harlee darkly.

“Ten million? Don’t whine when you can’t cover it.”

Harlee casually placed her hands in her pockets and arched an eyebrow.

“Take a look around and see which room we’re in.”

Only then did Shipley realize that they were in the most exclusive private room at the Tartarus Club, accessible to less than five people.

He was curious about Harlee’s identity.

“Scared?” Harlee snorted.

“The word ‘scared’ doesn’t exist in my vocabulary. Let’s start the game.”

Without waiting for Harlee to reply, Shipley departed with the two women, throwing a look at Ritchie as he left.

“Having a woman fight your battles, loser! I’ll enjoy watching you surrender her to me later!”

“Harlee…” Ritchie hesitated and then let out a self-deprecating laugh.

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