Chapter 118: Chapter 118

Chapter 118:

He inwardly said, “Ha! One should never be overly confident.”

Shipley excelled at dice games and had won immense sums of money solely due to this talent. Today, he planned to strip the audacious Harlee of both her life and her wealth!

When the crowd realized they were betting on dice, they silently grieved for Harlee.

A perfectly good life was about to be lost today…

“Since you are agreeing to my terms, I’ll allow you to go first in the opening round, with a bet of ten million.” With that, Shipley crossed his legs with an air of arrogance.

Harlee’s face remained impassive, her fingers lightly drumming on the table.

“Aren’t you aiming for my life? Let’s raise the stakes to fifty million this round. What do you think?”

The crowd was dumbfounded.

Fifty million this round meant a hundred million the next.

Did this woman truly not value money as others did?

While everyone was still reeling, Ritchie interjected, “Miss Sanderson, why not make it a hundred million per round? You have other matters to attend to, right? Let’s go for a quick victory.”

At this, the crowd and even Shipley gasped.

A quick victory? Who attended a gambling table expecting a quick victory?

Harlee’s nonchalant “Okay” took Shipley aback. She was quite something, agreeing to a wager of a hundred million per round like it was something trivial.

Shipley wasn’t exactly strapped for cash, but at the moment, he only had a hundred million in chips on him.

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Doubts crept in.

Everyone was waiting for Shipley to agree, leaving him no room to hesitate. The idea of facing ridicule was unbearable for him.

He surmised a hundred million was no big deal.

After all, he still had two hundred million in his bank account. Tonight, he was set on claiming Harlee’s life! Never before had the rooftop gambling hall seen such high stakes.

The dealer, maintaining a professional demeanor, announced, “Please verify the dice in your hands. If there are no objections, we can commence.”

Hostesses on either side presented the dice on trays for Shipley’s and Harlee’s inspection and then paraded them before the onlookers once approved.

“Let’s start,” Shipley said, his expression finally serious.

“You first.”

Harlee gave the dice a single shake.

Shipley sneered, “Have you never played dice before? Don’t accuse me of unfair play later.

Go ahead and shake again.” His eyes danced with scorn, but his smugness was short-lived.

Harlee displayed her dice without hesitation.

Six ones.

Unless Shipley managed an extraordinary throw, he was destined to lose this round.

“Impossible! You must have cheated!” Shipley yelled.

Ritchie shot a glance at Shipley and snorted, inwardly branding Shipley as a fool. If Harlee hadn’t held back, Shipley would have witnessed her true talent right now.

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