Rodrigo lost the game, and his countenance turned cold.


    “Mitchell, do you dare topete with me again?” Bryson asked, “Do you still have money?”


    He looked at Rodrigo coldly.


    “What else can you bet with me on?”


    Rodrigo’s face darkened.


    Bryson had easily won so much money from him.


    He hated to lose face over it.


    It hurt him even more to part with his money.


    “Let’s gamble with our lives! You will jump off the ship if you lose!”


    Rodrigo has clearly lost his marbles.


    He said viciously, “I’ll jump off the ship if I lose!”


    The smile in Bryson’s face did not reach his eyes.


    He raised his finger and shook it.


    “Change the bet.


    ”


    “If I lose, I’ll jump off the ship.


    If you lose… Bryson paused and looked at Hannah.


    “I take her.


    ”


    Rodrigo’s eyes fell on Hannah and sneered, “Men just can’t resist you.


    ”


    Hannah shrugged and said indifferently, “This is your gambling.


    Don’t involve me.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    ” Bryson said with sarcasm, “You dare not?”


    While they were talking, Remington arrived with his men.


    He stepped forward and ced his hand on Hannah’s shoulder.


    “Using ady as the wager is far from gentlemanly.


    ”


    Seeing Remington’s hand on Hannah’s shoulder, Bryson fought the urge to charge at him.


    Hannah nced at the hand on her shoulder without deliberately avoiding it.


    “Mr.


    Lyons? Are you also interested in this gambling?”


    “I heard that they wanted to use you as a bet, so I had to intervene, Miss Moore.


    ”


    With a smile, Remington looked at Bryson and said, “Mr.


    Mitchell, you are taking advantage of thisdy.


    ”


    Looking at Remington’s hand on Hannah’s shoulder, Bryson narrowed his eyes and asked, “How does it bother you?”


    “Miss Moore is my honored guest.


    Mr.


    Mitchell, please show some restraint.


    ” Remington scanned the room.


    The murmuring crowd fell silent.


    On this cruise, nobody but Bryson would dare cross Remington.


    “Now it’s your guy pushing for another round.


    Can you handle that?”


    In a cold tone, Bryson eyed Remington, his gaze piercing.


    Remington shed a casual grin, slid his hand from Hannah’s shoulder to her waist.


    Hannah’s brow creased, and just as she tried to pull away, Remington murmured, “Miss Moore, I’ve got you.


    ”


    Her eyes shaded with concern, Hannah hesitated, then rxed her grip on his arm, not wanting to ruin her ns.


    Remington met Bryson’s gaze with surety.


    “We’re not enemies.


    What’s the need for this face-off? It’s all in the game.


    ”