With a total of 2@ in her hand, Hannah’s fate hung in the bnce—a card value of anything other than 1 would spell defeat.


    As the third card was slowly revealed, the man in the rabbit mask narrowed his eyes, his gaze intensifying with anticipation.


    The card in front of Hannah showed a 1, written in dark red blood.


    “Quite a coincidence.


    ”


    With a triumphant smile, Hannah picked up the card and gloated, “I’ve won again.


    ”


    The man in the rabbit mask hesitated, his hand hovering over the third card, but he didn’t flip it over.


    The cards were swiftly gathered up, and the man in the rabbit mask repeated his move, asking Hannah, “Shall we y another round, Miss? The third, perhaps?”


    “Sure.


    ” Hannah’s determination grew.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    “I’m on a roll today, so I’ll keep pushing my luck!”


    But the tables soon turned, and the subsequent rounds became a grueling struggle, shattering the illusion of an easy victory.


    Her luck had drastically reversed, and she suffered a devastating losing streak, dropping four consecutive rounds and umting a staggering debt of nearly 7 billion to the man in the rabbit mask.


    The fifth round failed tomence, and the hall was suddenly enveloped in an unsettling silence, the air thick with tension as the crowd held its collective breath in anticipation.


    The staggering sum of seven billion was a debt toorge for even the affluent White family to pay off in such a short span.


    If she risked another round and suffered yet another defeat, she would be doomed to suffer the same fate as Coen.


    The crowd watched Hannah with bated breath, their silence deafening.


    The atmosphere was tense, as if everyone’s fate hung in the bnce.


    The masked man showed no signs of urgency.


    Instead, he turned to Hannah and asked in a measured tone, “Will you proceed with the fifth round, or will you concede? If you continue, you risk losing everything.


    ”


    Despite losing four rounds in a row, Hannah remained surprisingly calm.


    She addressed the masked man, her voice steady, “If I lose the final round, I will surrender the White family’s assets to you.


    But if I emerge victorious, I ask only one thing-a ship to ensure our safe passage home.


    ”


    The masked man scoffed, his voice devoid of empathy, “You want me to release all of you, simply because you win one round? That’s hardly a fair trade, Hannah.


    ”


    “If I lose, the White family’s wealth and the $7 billion will be all yours.


    Isn’t it fair enough?”


    The masked man’s headshake was resolute, his voice firm.


    “Not enough.


    This offer is not enough to sway me.


    ”


    After the masked man finished, Bryson’s loud voice rang out across the hall.


    “Would including Mitchell Group be sufficient?”


    His cold voice sent a chill through the hall.


    A few brave people turned to face him.