Chapter 346
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“You are messing with me!” he roared, lunging at her with his hand raised.
But Christina was faster. Before he could lay a finger on her, she kicked him square in the chest and sent him flying backward.
The crowd gasped in unison. This woman was something else.
Before they could even blink, she stormed over with fire in her eyes and lifted her foot right above his groin.
At this sight, the crowd sucked in a sharp breath. That was brutal.
Panicked, the lean man threw up both hands, trying to block her stomp. But she didn’t let up. Her foot kept pressing down, slow and steady, like she was crushing a bug. He was drenched in sweat. His face turned bright red. His teeth clenched so hard it looked painful.
Most people didn’t notice it—but the elderly man did. She was holding back. If she’d really wanted to, the lean man wouldn’t have had time to react at all. By the time his hands shot up to block her, it would’ve already been too late—his penis would’ve been destroyed. So, she was just teaching him a lesson. A flicker of respect shone in the elderly man’s eyes. He’d clearly misjudged her. This girl wasn’t just bold—she had a sharp mind. No wonder she’d stepped in to help him win his money back. She had the skills to back it up.
Christina scoffed and pulled her foot away. She turned and walked to a stone bench, calm as ever. With a loud smack of her palm against the table, she gave a sharp command.
“Let’s roll with the game.”
The lean man scrambled to his feet, still shaken. The crowd, who’d held their breath the whole time, finally exhaled. Some shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of how frightened they really were.
Anyone who had underestimated Christina before wasn’t about to make that mistake again. One wrong move, and they might lose more than just a game.
Cold sweat clung to the lean man’s skin as he struggled to his feet, trembling. He shot daggers in Christina’s direction, hostility written all over his face. But a single, frigid look from her turned that arrogance into raw, wide-eyed fear.
“I—I’m on my way!” he blurted out, approaching awkwardly.
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Frustration twisted his expression as he clenched his teeth behind a shaky smile. Never before had a woman stripped him of his pride in public. He decided he’d cheat his way to victory and reclaim his dignity.
“You said one round to settle it. Don’t start whining when you lose the game,” he remarked, his voice tight with barely checked anger.
“I never go back on my word,” Christina replied calmly, setting her phone down on the stone tabletop. “There’s more than enough in my account to cover whatever you’re betting.”
Without missing a beat, the lean man craned his neck to catch a glimpse of her screen. What he saw made his eyes widen in disbelief. He let out a shocked gasp. No way—she was loaded!
The onlookers couldn’t help but crowd in, curiosity taking hold. The sight of her account balance on the bright screen drew collective gasps. Who the hell would just leave that much money sitting in their account? Was she clueless? Most people would’ve invested it or at least parked it in a high-yield fund. But she just left it there like it was nothing.
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