Chapter 117: Chapter 117

Chapter 117:

“I should have just stayed at the bar downstairs. This is a waste of time.”

“The Tartarus Club is getting worse.

Can anyone really just open a rooftop gambling hall now?” Derisive comments filled the air.

Harlee’s expression remained unchanged as she tapped her fingers on the table. Moments later, Ritchie set the basic safe down in front of her. Upon opening it, the contents left everyone speechless.

A whole safe of cash!

An onlooker shouted, “Two hundred million! That’s two hundred million in cash!”

The crowd collectively inhaled in shock.

Entry to the rooftop gambling hall was a privilege reserved for the wealthy or noble, each with assets over a hundred million, yet none had ever seen someone audaciously present two hundred million in cash. They became curious about Harlee.

Shipley’s complexion drained of color.

He had clearly underestimated Harlee. She was not only able to produce ten times his wager, but it was all in cash! This gamble… would it really cost him an arm?

Ritchie said calmly, “This is merely the cash. If necessary, we can write checks. The game tonight doesn’t end until one side forfeits, commencing the carrying out of the bet. Mr. Diaz, you haven’t forgotten, have you? Miss Sanderson is after your arm!”

Harlee arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smile.

“It’s just an arm. What’s the fuss? We’re just having a bit of fun.”

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Ritchie started to pity his half-brother. When Harlee mentioned “just for fun,” it wasn’t for mere enjoyment but rather a guise for brutal torment. Tonight, Shipley was destined to lose his arm.

The crowd was stunned. Just an arm? What sort of ruthless comment was that? But with two hundred million in cash on the table and the capability to issue further checks, perhaps for someone of her eccentricity, it indeed was no big deal.

“Shall we begin?” Harlee asked.

Shipley stared intensely at her, his expression darkening.

“The bet…”

Harlee interjected, “Scared now?”

“Really? Is Shipley chickening out now that the game is about to start?”

“You pledged your participation, and now you hesitate?” The surrounding crowd lobbed more severe taunts.

“Betting! Who said I’m not?” Shipley’s face turned red.

“What I’m saying is, I bet an arm, you bet a life. Is that too much?”

Harlee nodded casually and said, “That’s fine with me.” Those around her were already taken aback by her composure. The idea of betting an arm and still surviving was fine, but risking a life…

Initially, everyone had come merely as spectators, but now they were starting to respect Harlee. She even boldly put her own life on the line. This game promised to be electrifying!

“Shall we bet on the dice?” Shipley positioned his hands on the table, his voice tinged with anticipation.

“Absolutely!”

A wicked grin twisted Shipley’s lips.

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