When Alistair Golding mentioned Meredith, he deliberately made a lecherous face to disgust Terrence Sterling, as if he had his way with her. Meredith had been to the casino twice before, and everyone knew of Alistair Golding’s lustful and gambling nature. Once a beauty like her came across Alistair Golding, was there really any escape?


    Terrence Sterling’s face remained expressionless, but a hint of murderous intent shed in his eyes. He answered the phone, staring at Alistair Golding, and spoke to Meredith in a gentle tone, “Meredith, what’s up?”


    “I wanted to tell you that I’m staying at Ravenwood now. I just went to the hospital and saw Bianca,” Meredith said over the phone. “I’ve taken the hair sample, just waiting for the results now. How about you? You’re at the hotel, right?”Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    “Yes, at the hotel,” Terrence lied, adding, “Thewyer is handling the case, don’t worry, take care of yourself.”


    “That’s good,” Meredith replied, sensing an unusual quietness on the other end. “You’re resting so early?”


    It was afternoon in Mondale.


    Terrence being in the hotel so early seemed off to Meredith.


    “No, I’m going out soon, heading to the police station,” Terrence said, worried Meredith might suspect something. “Meredith, just trust me, your husband won’t mess up.”


    “That’s good,” Meredith sighed in relief. “Then you go on, I’ll rest for a while.”


    “Okay,” Terrence’s voice was rich and smooth, “Wait for me toe back.”


    “Alright.”


    Meredith hung up the phone, content, unaware that Terrence Sterling was standing in front of a gambling table.


    Terrence Sterling and Alistair Golding had signed a life-and-death agreement, a tant revenge against Alistair Golding. If Alistair lost, his life would belong to Terrence, and even thews of Mondale wouldn’t intervene, much less the unwritten rules of Mondale’s underground casino.


    Alistairughed heartily, “Terrence Sterling, you should speak more with yourdy. After all, you won’t have the chanceter.”


    Terrence, calm andposed, pocketed his phone and lit a cigarette, “Anyst words? I’ll give you three minutes to settle your affairs, or you won’t have the chanceter.”


    Terrence appeared so calm andposed, as if he was certain to win, his demeanor shaking Alistair’s confidence slightly. It was a life-or-death game; Terrence wasn’t afraid to face him alone and did so with such calm, making Alistair internally nervous.


    However, outwardly, Alistair would not show weakness, especially on his own turf.


    “This is my territory, Terrence Sterling, and I’d like to see how you n to walk out of here,” Alistair boasted arrogantly.


    The two were not merely ying a simple game of chance, but cards.


    Terrence flicked his lighter, drew a puff of smoke, and exhaled, “Let’s begin.”


    His tone was light, yet unmistakablymanding.


    Both sat down, and the dealer began dealing the cards. Terrence remained calm, while Rick was visibly sweating.


    The dealer handed three cards each. Alistair nced at his hand, a pair of Kings and an Ace, and smiled at Terrence, “When I was ying cards, you were still ying in the mud, betting against me, how many lives do you have?”


    Alistair showed his cards: a pair of Kings and an Ace.


    Besides a pair of Aces, a pair of Kings was the strongest.


    Alistair’s hand was not the best, but it was strong.


    Terrence hadn’t even looked at his cards yet, casually tapping on the table under Alistair’s arrogant demeanor, and revealed two cards: a Four and a Five.


    Alistairughed triumphantly, “You don’t even have a pair, how can you win?”


    Terrence turned over thest card, a Seven.


    No pairs, not a straight, and not even the same suit, just three random cards.


    Terrence lost.


    The rules were best two out of three, and Alistair won the first round.


    “Ha ha ha,” Alistair roared withughter, “Terrence Sterling, you might just have one chance left.”


    Rick wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.


    Terrence, without a hint of emotion, tapped his index finger on the table, “Deal.”


    The dealer shuffled and continued to the second round, with Alistair confident of victory.


    Terrence’s face showed no signs of panic, as steady as Mount Tai.


    The dealer dealt the cards, and the second round began.


    Alistair remained arrogant, holding a very good hand: a Four, Five, and Six, a straight.


    When the cards were revealed, Alistair already had his gun out, “Terrence Sterling, go ahead.”


    If Terrence revealed his hand, the game could end.


    Terrence’s cards had been tampered with; he was meant to lose.


    “No need to rush to your death, I’ll escort you soon enough,” Terrence flicked off some ash, calmly pressed his hand on his cards, and swapped them without a flicker of emotion. He revealed his hand, “Four, Five, Six, a straight flush. I win.”


    Though the numbers matched, Terrence’s were all the same suit, a straight flush, which trumped Alistair’s in straight.