HappyNovelChapter 601: He didn't have that much money, and he was sure that his uncle wouldn't pay that kind of money for an unfamiliar person. Santino, struggling to keep his cool, stammered, "You're joking, right? How could a young woman like her owe so much?" Allison only raised an eyebrow, looking at him as if he were hopelessly dense.
"Mr. Barker, if you doubt it, Muisvedo's casino will happily confirm. Feel free to verify," she said coolly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSantino was left speechless. Just hearing "Muisvedo" again sent a cold sweat down his back. That place wasn't somewhere anyone could mess around with. Even the most powerful could lose everything there.
Anyone who racked up tens of millions in debt there was nothing more than a desperate gambler. The realization sank in with brutal clarity.
Santino finally understood he'd been played. The sympathy he'd felt for Melany vanished, replaced by the crushing sensation that his world was caving in around him.
Ferdinand, lounging nearby with his chin propped on his hand, chuckled. “Mr. Barker, didn't you say you were going to pay her debt? Why so quiet now?" Sonlookers, noticing Santino clenching his fists, joined in, smirking and laughing. "Didn't listen to good advice, and now look at you, humiliated. Hey, it's not your fault. That woman's a master at twisting things - no wonder you fell for it." "Did you see him earlier? Practically crawling after her, like a little puppy!" The mocking voices grew louder, each jab stripping away more of Santino's pride. Unable to turn his anger inward, he rounded on Allison. "You filthy woman," he spat, fury twisting his face. "Why didn't you tellsooner? You tricked me!" Santino had never felt such shame. His pride, his most precious possession, was now bruised and battered under the crowd's relentless scorn. His rage flared as he clenched his fists.
"You want to talk about debts?" he shouted, voice shaking with barely restrained fury. "You hurt someone, so now it's my job to teach you a lesson!" With that, Santino lunged, his massive frbarreling forward, face contorted in rage. He resembled a bear, eyes blazing as he bore down on Allison.
The crowd scattered, sshrieking as they hurried to get out of his way.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What's he doing? Has he lost his mind?" "He's not someone you want to cross! Run!" But Allison stood her ground, calm and unmoving, her eyes fixed on Santino as he closed in. His movements were slow and clumsy in her eyes. He had too many openings. If this was a real fight, he'd have been dead a hundred times over.
Just as his fist was about to land, the crowd collectively held its breath. Then, before Santino's blow could connect, someone struck him from the side — a brutal kick to his knee.
The impact sent him crumbling to the ground with a resounding.
thud.
Santino's knee hit the cobblestones m hard, and he let out a howl of pain, ve clutching his injured leg.
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