Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 549

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Chapter 549

Meanwhile, Hell had been secretly observing her every move. His sharp gaze was like a sharp knife that could cut

through her skin and see her heart.

At this moment, the dealer asked the two of them, “Do you want to continue adding cards?”

Hell was the first to speak. “Yes!”

Hearing this, Rachel raised her eyes and looked at the man sitting opposite him calmly.

Hell was wearing a white suit and exuded a noble aura. His every move was elegant, like the royal family of nobles

from the last century.

However, the collar of his shirt was slightly open, revealing the curve of his collarbone. He leaned lazily against the

seat.

His features were exquisite and sharp. Every part of him seemed to be the ultimate stroke of G*d. Even the

slightest movement could accentuate his exquisite face.

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However, the coldness in his eyes didn’t agree with the elegance of his body.

Rachel inexplicably thought of an interesting description.

Hell was like a lion that should have been pampered but he had no choice but to fight in the hunting ground

infected by the secular world.

No.

Perhaps his blood and bones already contained the bloodthirsty genes.

Hell noticed the faint smile on Rachel’s face. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly into a faint

smile that revealed a hint of evilness. “Miss Grey, you seem very confident.”

Rachel collected her thoughts and glanced at him casually. Then, she said to the dealer, “Deal.”

“Miss Grey, luck won’t always be on your side.” Hell’s eyes flickered with a meaningful dark light as he stared at

Rachel.

Rachel received the cards, but she was not in a hurry to look at them. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Hell.

A bright smile emerged on her red lips as she said in a voice with a hint of provocation, “Maybe I’m always lucky.”

The light shone, making Rachel’s pretty face even more stunning.

Her beauty had never been concealed. She was always so bright and eye-catching.

Hell looked at her face and suddenly chuckled. “Then let’s play.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a deathly hush.

Everyone held their breaths and silently watched the bet in front of them.

“To show my sincerity, I’ll go first,” Hell said, turning over the cards in front of him.

21 points!

The surrounding people gasped and couldn’t help but discuss in low voices.

“Mr. Diekens is really amazing!”

“Rumor has it that he has never lost. Now it seems that the rumors are not groundless.”

“Poor woman. If she really loses and falls into Mr. Diekens’s hands, she’ll suffer.”

“This Mr. Diekens is not an ordinary person. He’s generous and I heard that his methods of torturing people are also

extraordinary.”

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The surrounding people lamented and looked at Rachel with more sympathy.

However, the woman in front of them was expressionless, which made everyone very curious about the cards in

her hand.

Hell rubbed the bone ring on his index finger with his fingertips and said with a faint smile, “Miss Grey, it’s your

turn.”

Rachel casually flipped open her cards and said slowly, “I want to know, how does a draw count?”

When everyone heard her words, they could not help but shake their heads and sigh.

At this juncture, she was still stubborn!

How could it be so easy to draw at the gambling table?

If it could really be seen, no one would go bankrupt or lose their family.

However, when everyone saw the cards in Rachel’s hands, they froze on the spot as if they had been struck by

lightning.

It was actually 21 points!

Hell looked at Rachel in surprise.

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