Chapter 116: Chapter 116

Chapter 116:

“It’s really not necessary. I moved on a long time ago. The Diaz family has nothing to do with me anymore.”

“No one is allowed to mistreat my people! Ritchie, muster the bravery you had when you were swiping paintings in Uwhor. You owe nothing to the Diaz family. In fact, they owe you! This time, I’ll show you how it’s done. Next time, you decide how to get your revenge.”

Harlee clapped Ritchie on the shoulder and took a deep breath.

“Don’t dwell on the past. You did nothing wrong, and your grandma wouldn’t blame you.”

Ritchie had refrained from acting against the Diaz family because he blamed himself.

He thought if he hadn’t made that bet with Shipley, his grandma might not have succumbed to her illness.

He felt responsible for her death, so he believed he had no right to retaliate against the Diaz family.

“I…” Ritchie struggled to find the words.

He understood the logic but just couldn’t shake off the emotional burden.

“Never mind. I’ve got your back!” Harlee exclaimed spiritedly, throwing an arm around Ritchie’s shoulder.

“Come on. Let’s go win this and take Shipley’s arm!”

The Tartarus Club’s most elite gambling venue was located on the rooftop, designed for high-stakes games where the stakes were literally matters of life or death. The gambling table was placed on a transparent glass floor, beneath which high-definition cameras monitored every action.

Directly beneath the principal seat, a trapdoor opened at the game’s conclusion, dropping the loser onto a designated penalty platform.

ｍ𝚘𝚛ｅ ｕ𝚙ｄ𝚊ｔｅｓ 𝚒ｎ ɢ𝚊ｌ𝚗𝚘ｖ𝚎ｌ𝚜.𝚌𝚘𝚖

This setup had cost nearly a billion dollars to construct, making it both the most opulent and daunting gambling hall in all of Baythorn.

Harlee, escorted by the staff, rode the VIP elevator straight to the rooftop.

By the time she arrived, a crowd had already formed, layered multiple rows deep around the gambling table. The rooftop hall opened only three times a year, drawing eager crowds hoping to witness the extraordinary events.

Furthermore, the fame of Shipley, recognized for “winning every gamble,” captured everyone’s attention, especially after they learned there was no limit on the bets.

Jonah, aware of Harlee’s possession of the exclusive black card—an item beyond Shipley’s reach—had purposefully spread the word of their gambling. Jonah harbored deep resentment toward Shipley. Three years prior, Shipley had publicly humiliated Jonah by riding him like a horse and then flagrantly sleeping with Jonah’s romantic interest right before his eyes.

Ever since, Jonah had been biding his time at the Tartarus Club, awaiting the moment to witness Shipley’s ruin.

Today was that day.

Harlee and Shipley faced each other across the gambling table, with a senior dealer positioned between them. Ritchie stood close to Harlee, holding a simple safe.

“You proposed one game for ten million, with no limit. I’ve brought the cash. What about you? Or did you plan to just spectate?” Shipley sneered as he smoked his cigar, his expression one of scorn.

The crowd started murmuring among themselves.

“I expected the woman to be impressive for daring to come to the rooftop gambling hall, but it turns out she’s just naive and unaware.”

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