Chapter 353
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“Cops are coming! Right behind you!”
A few onlookers instinctively scattered, unwilling to risk a run-in with the law.
But Christina stood her ground. She wasn’t about to let him run off without paying up.
She lunged, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him off his feet.
Without warning, her fist slammed into his left eye, leaving him howling in pain.
“Ah—damn it!” the lean man screamed, clutching his face.
“Are you insane? What’s your problem?”
“This is what you get for trying to dodge what you owe,” Christina shot back, driving him to the ground and planting her foot firmly on his chest.
“You lost. Time to pay. And if you’re that low on cash, I’m more than willing to take another form of payment.”
Her smirk deepened as her eyes drifted deliberately to the space between his legs.
Terror drained the color from his face. He scrambled to cover himself with both hands.
“You wouldn’t actually go that far!”
Christina snorted. Men were all the same. Even with erectile dysfunction, they still treated their penises like they were priceless.
“You dare welsh on this bet, and I’ll take what’s left of your pride.”
Her voice was ice-cold, her eyes daring him to test her resolve.
An imposing aura rippled from Christina, suffocating the lean man and leaving him stunned.
Nearby, the elderly man sensed her formidable presence, his gaze sharpening. Impressed, he thought to himself that maybe this fiery woman could actually keep his unruly grandson in line.
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The lean man had been ready to dig in his heels, refusing to pay up no matter what. But faced with the deadly fire in her eyes—and her threat aimed squarely at his crotch—his defiance crumbled completely. There was nothing in her eyes that hinted she was bluffing. She would follow through. No question. An absolute lunatic.
Frustration warred with humiliation as he clenched his jaw. Reluctantly, he gave in.
“Fine! I’ll transfer the money! Just get your foot off my chest!”
“Not until the transfer’s done.”
Christina didn’t move, shoving her phone inches from his face.
With no other choice, he begrudgingly sent the first hundred grand.
She didn’t miss a beat.
“That’s not all. You owe another million,” she added, her voice cold as steel.
Originally, the stakes were only a hundred thousand—if neither of them cheated. But the moment he rigged the game and even had the audacity to accuse her, he brought this upon himself. After all, he was the one who’d set the one-million penalty for cheating. His foul play only confirmed he’d been plotting to steal her money all along with his low tricks.
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