She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 130

Everyone’s attention snapped to Area 2.

There, standing quietly, was a young woman.

A ripple of surprise went through the crowd—someone with a sharp eye had recognized her as the same woman who had once dared to challenge the Gambling Deity.

Murmurs broke out all around.

“My God, it really is her! She actually faced off against the Gambling Deity last time—now she’s back again!”

“I recognized her too. She may look ordinary, but I’d know that face anywhere. I don’t know why Marshall would bet against her—he’s bound to lose.”

“Heh, this is going to be a show worth watching!”

Amid the excited whispers, Sabrina, cool and composed, stepped up onto the gaming stage.

She took her seat without saying a word.

The stakes had already been set: Marshall was putting up a hundred million dollars. If Sabrina lost, she would leave the Sutton family forever.

The casino fell utterly silent.

All eyes were locked on the two figures at the table.

It was clear to everyone—the fire of battle burned in both their eyes.

It felt as if a life-or-death duel was about to begin.

Once everything was set, they followed the usual rules.

One round. Winner takes all.

Sabrina was to shuffle first.

She picked up the deck of cards, her fingers curling just so, gripping the stack tightly. Lifting her hands, she began to shuffle in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The cards slid gently through her fingers, making a faint whispering sound.

To Marshall, who watched her every move, her shuffling seemed awkward and inexperienced.

He moved with practiced, fluid motions. The cards seemed to come alive in his hands, flipping and flashing between his fingers in a seamless flow. It was immediately obvious he was a seasoned card shark.

Sitting in the audience, Celine couldn’t take her eyes off Marshall. Her gaze shone with admiration.

She thought, a little breathless, My Marshall is incredible! It’s like there’s nothing he can’t handle.

Marshall finished shuffling and the next round began.

The second card fell.

Marshall checked—ten of clubs.

His lips curled into a subtle, confident smile. It gave him an irresistible charm.

For now, he had a pair of tens.

If the third card turned out to be another ten, he’d have the game in the bag.