Atlas Hallow bent down and whispered softly in Charlotte Miller’s ear, "Don’t worry, even if she loses, Joshua Hughes will drench Las Vegas in blood for her."
"It’s not the sa. After all, Avery Jane wants to avenge her father, and if she doesn’t win back those three fingers on the gambling table, she’ll live with regret for the rest of her life. I also hope she wins. After all, it was Luna Miller’s fingers that were cut off by them." Charlotte said calmly, her gaze never leaving Avery Jane.
After the first day’s elimination round, only eight people remained on the second day, with pairs competing against each other. Four out of the eight would advance to the semifinals, and only two out of these four would make it to tomorrow’s finals.
The venue was very quiet, so quiet that you could almost hear heartbeats, yet all those who placed bets were unusually excited.
Their heavy bets were on Tate Hunter and Edward Parker, both of whom were among the eight.
If everything proceeds as expected, the finals will be between these two.
Currently, Big Head Geogre’s influence is greater in Las Vegas, so naturally, Tate Hunter’s chances are bigger, whether due to human influence or other reasons.
The n admired Avery Jane as if appreciating a cactus flower blooming quietly at night. Her movents were elegant, and her careful manner while holding the cards made people almost feel sorry enough to want to let her win.
Her beauty also beca a special scenery line in this competition.
Even though this was the most thrilling gambling event, there wasn’t the usual decadence and raucousness typically associated with a casino atmosphere.
Despite the extrely high stakes of this gamble, there was no trace of a coppery sll.
The people seated at the four tables were all notable figures, and she alone wore a simple dress, her black hair neatly draping over her back, pure yet seductively breath-taking with a fatal allure.
Even if not placing heavy bets on her, one would linger their gaze a little longer on her; any man would be drawn to such a woman.
Soon, only four people were left in the vast arena, split into two tables, and Avery Jane beca Edward Parker’s opponent.
At this mont, Edward Parker suddenly stood up, shrugged, took off his number badge, and placed it on the table, indicating his withdrawal.
If he withdrew, he wouldn’t be able to participate in the competition for three whole rounds. The venue suddenly exploded as everyone was stunned by this sudden change, and those who bet heavily on Edward Parker winning were red-eyed with anger, almost wanting to kill.
But the shrewd man smiled at the dealer and said, "Facing such a beautiful lady, my heart really can’t take it, I forfeit."
The dealer retrieved his number badge and directly announced that Avery Jane was the first to enter the finals.
This was the first ti in so many rounds that a beautiful woman had made it to the finals as a dark horse.
Edward Parker and Avery Jane exchanged smiles, while the man at the other table, focused on his cards, involuntarily stiffened his face but quickly regained composure and continued calling cards.
In the presidential suite of the hotel, Edward Parker took the wine glass passed over by Joshua Hughes, raised it gently as a gesture, and then drank it all...
"Young Master Hughes, that was quite the move. I saw Tate Hunter’s face twitch. To be honest, Tate Hunter is more composed than his brother Vincent Hunter, but even he couldn’t hide his thoughts just now." Edward Parker had already promised to do everything in his power to help Avery Jane get into the finals.
However, just the night before last, the night before the competition, Joshua Hughes found him again, telling him to directly forfeit in the finals, to put the greatest pressure on Tate Hunter.
Because that would clearly show him that they’re standing on the frontline, and tonight Tate Hunter is bound to have a sleepless night.
"However, Vincent Hunter probably guesses that the Young Madam is here to avenge her parents, so winning tomorrow might not be as easy." Edward Parker couldn’t help but worry. Big Head Geogre is already deeply rooted in Las Vegas, so winning might still encounter so setbacks.
"But the Young Madam truly is talented, even if I hadn’t forfeited today, winning against her wouldn’t be simple." Edward Parker savored the exquisite red wine—this was the most comfortable and pleasurable drink he had since his father’s passing.
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