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Chapter 506: As the mask slipped away, Allisons face was revealed stunning in its natural elegance.

No heavy makeup adorned her; just crescent-shaped brows, lips with a hint of blush, and eyes that sparkled with a captivating gleam.

A low murmur swept through the crowd, punctuated by a few whistles.

The gamblers momentarily abandoned their games, transfixed by her beauty.

Who said she was ugly? Shes more striking than Amor! Wait, isnt she…? She looks familiar.

You clearly dont keep up with the news.

Shes Allison, the famous perfumer from Ontdale and the new racing champion.

Didnt think shed show up here.

Fays smug expression soured instantly, her face turning a shade darker as she glared at Allison in silent rage.

At least you look decent enough, Fay sneered, her words dripping with disdain.

But a pretty face wont get you far in a casino.

When you lose miserably, dont come crying to some man.

Meanwhile, Amor noticed her entourage of men fixating on Allison.

Her gaze darkened, a mix of irritation and calculation flashing across her face as she silently plotted how to dismantle Allison later.

Allison, however, paid Amor no attention.

She turned to Andres and asked, When will the chairman arrive? Soon, dont worry, Andres replied, momentarily taken aback by the striking intensity behind her otherwise calm facade.

Her face looked cold, dangerous, and beautiful in equal measures.

Before the game starts, he continued, both parties will need to sign a high-stakes agreement.

Check whats new on g@lnovℯℓs.c○m Amor smirked lazily.

Naturally.

In gambling, both sides must put up equal stakes.

Her gaze flickered to Allison, a hint of malice in her eyes.

Miss Scarlet Snake, once you sign, if you cant afford to match, your life falls to the mercy of the higher stakes.

Allisons smile sharpened, a glint of ice flashing in her eyes.

The threat in Amors words was unmistakable.

Everyone knew Amors line of work and her deep pockets.

To them, Allison was just a beautiful, overconfident interloper, clearly out of her depth.

Most of the onlookers waited eagerly for Allison to stumble, while a few men, charmed by her appearance, even offered their assistance.

Hey, beautiful, if youre short on cash, let me help you out, a bald man with yellowed teeth leered at her.

The crowd burst into laughter, some even encouraging him with taunts.

Yeah, miss, take his offer! Then, the laughter died abruptly as blood sprayed from the bald mans neck.

Before anyone could register what had happened, a card, flung by Allison with deadly precision, sliced through his skin.

The man staggered backward, clutching his neck, his eyes wide with terror.

You… You… he stammered, his voice weakening as blood seeped through his fingers.

Quickly, he scrambled away, searching frantically for help.

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