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Chapter 513: Amors grin widened, her voice brimming with excitement at the prospect of that special bowling match with Allison.

Some guy tried it a while back.

Poor fool couldnt make it past two rounds before quitting.

Such a shame.

The chill in Amors smile could have made even a seasoned player shudder.

Those in the know winced at the mention of bowling.

After all, it wasnt just a game it was a deadly one, with lethal consequences for the slightest mistake.

Alright, Allison said, her brow furrowing slightly, seemingly oblivious to the gruesome implication.

She took a steadying breath, then added, I didnt catch all the rules before, but I wont lose again! Her attempt at calm only earned more smirks and shaking heads from the crowd.

Poker was a game of nerves, and everyone thought Allison was an open book, a sitting duck waiting to be read.

Even Kylo gave her a closer, evaluating look.

Had he misjudged her all along? Maybe she was just another reckless fool.

Sighing, his interest began to fade.

Sir, Andres murmured, leaning closer to Kylo.

Amor is no stranger here.

Shes never lost a game in this casino.

Rumor has it, she used to run casinos abroad.

Kylo nodded.

Shes got the chops.

Dive into tales at gαℓ ησ ν???? ????s, com She certainly did, but her emotions often betrayed her.

Kylo suspected her flawless record had more to do with some shady dealings than sheer skill.

Anyone who had ever beaten her, well, didnt stick around to talk about it.

There wasnt much about her that piqued his interest anymore.

The first rounds concluded.

Amor takes the win, Kylo announced, his voice steady and authoritative.

The room fell silent, the chatter coming to a halt all at once.

Winning without a fight is just… boring, Amor sighed disinterestedly, ordering a vodka as she waited for the dealer to shuffle the cards for the next round.

She had anticipated a worthy adversary but instead found herself facing a novice.

Soon, the community cards were dealt, and each player received their hand.

Allison glanced up, catching the faintest smirk on Amors face as she checked her cards.

It was barely perceptible, but Allison noticed.

Apparently, Amors hand was strong very strong.

Allison lowered her gaze, cautiously lifting the corner of her own cards.

They were worse than the last round.

All singles.

Slim chances for a straight or flush.

Even with the best community cards, outmatching Amor seemed impossible.

In this best-of-three, another loss meant the end of the line.

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