Chapter 642
Chapter 642:
“Ashton, please stop here. You’ve already lost a hundred and fifty thousand. Continuing this way, no fortune is vast enough to withstand such losses.”
Ashton abruptly withdrew his hand and kept his gaze downward, engulfed in his thoughts.
Antoni seized the moment to goad him further, his tone mocking. “Your woman has a point. If you’re out of your depth, quit strutting around the casino, you loser. It’s no place for someone who folds under pressure.”
This provoked a sharp look from Ashton, who snapped back, “I’m no loser! You’re just trying to get under my skin. I can go another round with you, but I’m out of cash. Just give me a moment. I’ll get what I need!”
In the heat of Ashton’s frustration, Antoni saw an opportunity and sneered derisively, “I don’t have time to wait around for you, and I’m not interested in more money. However, your woman catches my eye. Let’s make it interesting—one final game. If you win, you get all three hundred thousand on the table. But if you lose, she spends the night with me.”
At Antoni’s shocking proposal, Alisha’s heart stammered as if it might leap from her chest. His audacity left her frozen. The notion that she could be a bargaining chip in a gamble made her skin crawl.
With eyes full of trepidation, she looked to Ashton, silently praying he wouldn’t lose his senses in this high-stakes chaos.
But Ashton, with no hesitation, shook his head and replied firmly, “Absolutely not. Perish the thought!” Alisha felt a warmth bloom in her heart, relief sweeping through her.
But her hope was short-lived, as Ashton’s next words struck like a cold splash. “She is the woman I love, the keeper of my future. If I’m wagering my fortune and my fate, then your paltry three hundred thousand doesn’t even begin to cover it. If you’re serious, you’ll need to raise the ante—significantly.”
Alisha was speechless, caught somewhere between shock and heartbreak. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
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Antoni threw his head back, laughing. “Three hundred thousand isn’t enough? What, do you think she’s woven from threads of pure gold?”
Ashton clenched his jaw, his voice low but filled with steely resolve. “If I lose, she’s yours—completely, not just for one night as you suggested. But you’ll have to bet every single asset you own.”
A glint of intrigue flashed in Antoni’s eyes. He gave Ashton an amused, calculating look. “Interesting! Although I’ve taken a shine to her, I don’t think she’s worth every asset I own. But I can match you with all my cash.”
With a flourish, Antoni reached into his jacket, pulled out his wallet, and tossed it onto the table. “I’ve got three million in cash sitting in my account, plus these chips worth another three hundred thousand. Altogether, that’s three million, three hundred thousand. Should be enough for your lady, don’t you think?”
Ashton didn’t flinch. “No problem!” he agreed, his voice calm and unwavering.
Around them, the murmur of excitement rose like a tidal wave. A wager of this scale was rare, and gamblers from nearby tables left their seats to join the crowd gathering around, eager to witness the high-stakes gamble. But as soon as some recognized Antoni, they sighed and drifted away.
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