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Chapter 551: Another metallic click resonated through the room, breaking the silence like a shattering glass.

The chamber was empty again.

Lowering the gun, Kylo maintained an impassive expression, though his eyes held an inscrutable depth that left the crowd murmuring.

The dealer then passed the revolver to Amor.

As she reached for it, a sudden sting ran up her arm.

Ah, she gasped, quickly concealing the bleeding injury behind her back.

With her uninjured hand, she accepted the weapon, gripping the handle with steady determination.

Her heart drummed as she felt the subtle tension of the chamber beneath her fingers.

She could feel that the real bullet was in play.

For a moment, a tremor passed through her hand, but she smothered her anxiety with a practiced smile.

Glancing around the room with mock nonchalance, she said, I wonder if this chamber is loaded.

Feigning casual indifference, Amor subtly shifted her weight and adjusted her fingers on the trigger.

In a deft move, she spun the cylinder, repositioning the bullet where she needed it.

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As expected, her adjustment resulted in another empty chamber as the room erupted with another click.

Seems luck is on my side tonight, Amor said, a sharp edge to her laugh.

Only three chambers are left now, so the odds are down to one in three.

She tossed a look full of challenge at Allison.

Allison, who had been silently analyzing every move, remained composed.

The flaws of the game were clear to her.

One in three isnt a guarantee, she said, her tone relaxed as she took the revolver and pressed it to her head.

Sitting on a sofa outside the circle, Kellan watched with eyes that burned coldly, his fingers clenched tight.

His gaze never wavered from Allison as she lined up the gun.

He told himself that if anything happened to her, the people here would pay dearly.

An even darker thought whispered that should fate be cruel, they would face death together.

His stare was unyielding, shadowed with a fierce, almost threatening intensity.

A soft click reverberated in the room.

Another empty chamber… Four consecutive rounds without a bullet left the spectators in stunned silence, and rising speculation.

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