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Du Hengyan personally helped her into the gown.
"After this gamble, can we finally go home?"
In front of the full-length mirror, she looked like a dream, ethereal and enchanting.
"Yes, as promised, the marriage certificate cannot be avoided."
He adjusted her makeup with care.
The beauty tied his tie for him.
Everything was ready.
At the entrance of the gambling hall, Ling Yun felt a slight sense of relief as she watched the two of them. If they had arrived any later, the group of bullies inside would surely have lost their patience.
"Boss Du, you’re here."
"Miss Ling, how many gamblers are inside?"
Chi Mu Jiu asked directly, her eyes reflecting a mix of seriousness and calmness.
Ling Yun glanced at Du Hengyan and, seeing his lack of reaction, replied, "Miss, including Mr. Cole, there are a total of ten people inside. This round is a free gambling session; according to the rules of the underground gambling den, no spectators are allowed during free sessions."
Chi Mu Jiu nodded in acknowledgment.
However, Ling Yun still felt uneasy and reminded them, "Boss Du, Miss, while the gambling hall provides the venue, if anything happens during this free session that doesn’t affect business, the underground gambling den will not take responsibility."
Chi Mu Jiu understood immediately. This was a hurried attempt to distance themselves from any potential trouble later on.
This was getting interesting; it seemed that the interests of the gambling hall took precedence over everything else. "Miss Ling," she continued, "I’ve heard Boss Du mention that you are a prominent figure within this underground gambling den."
"Miss, what do you mean by that?"
Ling Yuan's fox-like eyes sparkled as they locked onto the beautiful gaze of Chi Mu Jiu once again.
The two pairs of eyes collided in the air, igniting an invisible spark.
"What I mean should be clearer to you than to me. Miss Ling, you are a smart person."
Chi Mu Jiu smiled warmly, but the grip on Du Hang Yan's arm tightened slightly.
She was also taking a gamble.
After a moment, it seemed that Ling Yuan had made some kind of decision and asked, "How much are you willing to offer?"
"One hundred million."
Chi Mu Jiu replied decisively.
"One hundred million is the bet that Boss Du placed on me in this gambling game. My worth is one hundred million, and Miss Ling, you and I are in the same position here."
Hearing this figure, Ling Yuan paused noticeably.
One hundred million was not a large sum for the entire underground gambling ring.
But for her, it was undoubtedly an astronomical amount.
She had to admit that this woman was indeed very clever.
Though her words were not explicitly stated, the meaning behind them was quite evident.
Chi Mu Jiu wanted to hire her for one hundred million; this money would go directly to her without needing approval from the gambling house.
If during this gambling match, this woman could indeed dominate the field, then that one hundred million would be a profit for her.
If things went poorly, regardless of anything else, Ling Yuan was still part of the underground gambling ring, and with Boss Du involved, there was a double layer of protection; those old men who devoured people without spitting out bones wouldn't dare to be too reckless.
One hundred million wasn't about risking her life; it was simply that Chi Mu Jiu offered too much.
"Miss, you are too polite."
As Ling Yuan spoke, her subordinates behind her immediately understood the implication.
In less than a minute, dozens of hidden assassins from the gambling house entered the room, their figures ghostly and exuding an aura of danger.
"Miss, Boss Du, please."
As Ling Yun's words fell, the doors of the casino were pulled open from both sides.
Chi Mu Jiu knew that she had won this round.
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