After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 689

Chapter 689

Sylvia blinked, a hint of amusement flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"It's my turn to show my cards," she said.

Almost everyone was nervously watching the poker cards in her hand, especially Jasper who seemed

worried and tense. He was afraid that Sylvia would lose and end up losing the new energy source.

"So... Deputy Chief, what do you have?" Chaz pretended to cough lightly and asked softly.

"Nothing much, see for yourself," Sylvia glanced at everyone before revealing her cards.

As soon as she revealed them, everyone's eyes widened at the sight of her hand. A few cards were

gently lifted up by her fingers... NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Then...

Chaz's face froze as his heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. "How is this possible? You actually..."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I have a straight flush," Sylvia said with a dazzling smile that made it hard

for anyone not to be attracted.

Hunter looked unhappy with this turn of events. This woman had such incredible luck! She got a

straight flush on the first round!

He himself only had four-of-a-kind but he reminded himself that he was still the gambling king who had

never lost before. It was just one round after all; he didn't believe that this woman could keep having

such good luck throughout all three rounds.

Harold frowned slightly; even he hadn't expected Sylvia's luck to be so good on the first round. "Let's

start with round two now," he said as he began dealing out five more poker cards each for both Hunter

and Sylvia.

"This time let Deputy Chief go first," Hunter politely suggested since it had been him who went first on

the last round.

Sylvia gave him an indifferent smile and hadn't even touched any of those five new poker cards since

Harold dealt them out earlier on.

"Are you sure?" she asked coyly.

Looking at the smile on her lips, Hunter had a bad feeling.

He quietly exhaled some air, trying not to worry too much, because surely she couldn't be lucky twice in

a row... She didn't even look at her own card yet...

"Deputy Chief should go ahead," Hunter gritted his teeth together tightly while trying hard not to show

his anxiety.

"That's what you said," nodded Sylvia calmly before quickly flipping over another straight flush from

underneath those five newly dealt-out poker cards.

Hunter's face turned extremely gloomy immediately after seeing this outcome once again... "How is this

possible? How did you..."

"These cards were dealt by Mr. Gamble, and the deck was shuffled by him too. Surely he wouldn't

intentionally give me good cards, right?" Sylvia's eyes flashed with a hint of wickedness. "So, gambling

king, are you willing to accept defeat?"

Best two out of three.

Sylvia had already won two rounds straight.

Hunter's face turned ashen and he couldn't even utter a word while pointing at Sylvia.

Harold's face also darkened; he never expected Sylvia would be so lucky.

Sylvia sneered. "What? Can't accept it?"

She curved her red lips and her eyes sparkled with fierce light as she emitted a terrifying aura. "How

about... I give you another chance?"

"What do you mean?" Chaz pointed at her angrily. "You must have cheated."

"Me cheat? I didn't even touch the cards throughout the game! Every card was dealt and shuffled by

Mr. Gamble himself! How can you blame me?" Sylvia looked innocent.

Harold patted Chaz stiffly on his shoulder before stepping forward to face Sylvia."Deputy Chief said we

could have another chance. What do you want to bet on?"

"Mr. Gamble is truly a great leader indeed, unlike some petty minister," Sylvia smiled charmingly as she

suddenly took out her silver pistol from her pocket and spun it elegantly in her palm.

Click!

She opened the magazine as all six bullets fell onto the table with clattering sounds. She picked up one

bullet then loaded it into the gun before playing around with magazine, making more clicking noises.

Everyone watched in shock without understanding what she intended to do next.

After finishing all these actions, Sylvia smirked at Harold. "How about this? Let's play something

thrilling. If your gambling king lost to me, the ownership of this island should belong to MI6."

"But since you're not happy about losing," Her cold voice echoed through the large conference

room."Let's play Russian Roulette instead. There is only one bullet inside this gun. If Mr. Gamble points

it towards his head but doesn't die, the island will belong to us. But if he gets shot accidentally, then we

don't want this island anymore."

"What do you say? Leave everything up to fate; let God decide."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chaz immediately roared in anger, "You're going too far! You're

basically asking Mr. Gamble to go die!"

"You're going too far! Mr. Gamble, don't agree to her demands!" Sylvia's lips curved into a smirk. "Mr.

Santana, haven't you noticed something?"

"What?"

"That the decision-making power lies in my hands, not in yours or Mr. Gamble's."