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Chapter 517: In this game, however, luck would only account for about ten percent of the outcome; the rest depended on memory.

And it just so happened that memory was Allisons territory.

With her photographic recall, she never forgot a detail.

Finally dropping the act, I see, Amor sneered, watching Allisons calm demeanor.

Allisons lips curled.

An act? I thought my last hand was good, but it turned out it wasnt.

Amor bristled, her anger simmering just beneath the surface, one breath away from spilling over.

The crowd, having understood the rules, reacted in various ways.

This game… isnt it just a basic memory test? A gamble that relies solely on luck is a snooze.

What do you mean by solely luck? Its clearly a match of memory! You need both the suit and the number in sync to score.

If you think its just chance, show me your skill! I actually believe this game is a sharp divider between the strong and the weak! Melany felt a tightness in her chest; she couldnt believe itAllison had just clinched a win by pure luck! Agitated, she looked up, meeting Amors gaze.

She wasnt sure, but it seemed like Amor was eyeing her with unusual interest, almost as if sizing her up.

This game doesnt have much spark with only two players, Amor squinted in Melanys direction and then spoke again.

But add a third, and it would be more exciting.

Allison seemed unfazed.

Anyone willing to join can step up.

The referee, Kylo, nodded from his position, lounging lazily on the leather sofa as he watched, clearly relishing the show.

The higher the stakes, the more thrilling the spectacle.

A few were tempted, but many hesitated.

The stakes were staggeringa single card flip would set them back 150,000.

Who here had the nerve to dive in? With a casual air, Amor picked up her chips and raised them high.

Anyone wanting to joinIll grant them a million in chips as a partnership gift.

The crowd buzzed with excitement, eyes fixed enviously on the gleaming chips.

Me! Amor, Ill play! Count me in, Amor! Ive got a sharp memory.

Let me join! A storm of volunteers surged forward, each vying for Amors favor.

In the midst of the chaos, Allison watched shrewdly.

She knew exactly what Amor was doingshe was stirring the pot.

With more players, the game would move faster and become more intense.

Sure, it looked like Amor was giving away a fortune, but this was a gamblers arena; once people were in, few would willingly walk away.

Even Melany felt the pull of those one million chips.

After all, it wasnt her moneywhy not play a round or two? And if she managed to annoy Allison in the process, so much the better.

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