Chapter 121: Chapter 121

Chapter 121:

The scene turned chaotic. The dealer, shocked by the unexpected developments, wasn’t sure how to intervene.

This was her first time witnessing someone collapse before the ultimate bet was carried out.

As Shipley spat blood and collapsed at the gambling table, the bystanders rose to their feet.

The manager, trusted with keeping order, was quick to act.

He immediately called for medical help and directed his staff to escort the guests downstairs.

Ritchie gave a helpless shrug.

“Let’s go. We won’t be getting his arm today.”

“Okay,” Harlee said.

“Go ask the dealer for that hundred million.

His chips are at the Tartarus Club. Just take them out! I’m really short on cash right now.” A hundred million wasn’t easy to come by.

Every penny mattered.

Ritchie exhaled in relief.

Finally, Harlee had backed down.

He was genuinely concerned she might just chop off Shipley’s arm and he’d have to take care of things.

“Harlee?” After Ritchie left, Harlee’s ears picked up a familiar voice.

Harlee turned slightly and her face brightened into a smile when she spotted the newcomer.

“Brenton.”

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“Why are you here so late?” Brenton’s brow furrowed, worry etching his features.

“Oh, a friend tipped me off that something thrilling was going on, so I decided to come take a look.” She chose not to disclose her true intentions of coming here just yet.

Sensing Brenton’s lingering curiosity, she skillfully changed the subject to Fletcher, and as expected, Brenton’s temper exploded.

“What? Fletcher threw you out?” Harlee’s smile was subtle but present.

“Not quite. I just couldn’t bear any more foolish talk.” Essentially, she found Fletcher too idiotic to tolerate any further nonsense from him.

“Unbelievable! What gives him the right to shout at you?” Brenton raged.

“You’re correct.

Fletcher is a fool for swallowing Etta’s deceitful words. It seems he’s been living too comfortably…”

Harlee was satisfied with Brenton’s response. It was fortunate that someone from the Sanderson family was seeing things clearly, sparing her from having to intervene.

“Then I’ll count on you to set him straight, Brenton!” Harlee rarely made physical contact, but this time, she touched Brenton’s arm.

“I have plans with a friend tonight, so I must be going.”

By the time Brenton wanted to ask why his sister was still out so late, Harlee had already vanished into the night.

Meanwhile, at the Diaz family’s villa, the peace of the night was shattered. When Maurice Diaz, Shipley’s father, received a call from the hospital about Shipley still being unconscious, he snapped awake. Luisa Diaz, Shipley’s mother, loved her son more than anything. Maurice knew she would likely lose her composure if she caught wind of Shipley’s condition. So, he quickly got out of bed and rushed to the hospital.

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