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    Chapter 97 He Has Never


    Lost Before


    Han eyed Brenna with a mixture of arrogance and hate, letting out a derisive snort. "So that''s why you were acting so fearless earlier. I thought you had real skills, but it turns out you''re just hiding behind a man."


    Brenna looked at the man in front of her. He had been beaten badly and carried an air of defiance. She raises an eyebrow slightly. "And what exactly are you implying?"


    Truthfully, Han had no real understanding of Ethan''s influence. In less than a decade, Ethan had turned the Mitchell Group from a mid-tierpany into a global empire, bing the wealthiest man in the world in the


    process.


    But no one was invincible. Everyone had their weak spots. Could Ethan really be good at gambling, too?


    Han studied Ethan intently, but Ethan''s piercing stare sent a shiver down his spine. Unable to maintain eye contact, Han looked away, realizing just how outmatched he was.


    Ethan, unimpressed by Han''s bravado, turned to Brenna and asked in a tender voice, "Do you want me to


    help you?"


    He assumed the odds weren''t in her favor. After all, he believed not many women truly excelled at gambling


    Still, regardless of the oue, Ethan wasn''t about to let anything happen to Brenna. Losing a round of cards was one thing, but losing a finger was unthinkable.


    Han quickly caught on to Ethan''s offer and straightened up, saying to Brenna, "You can''t let him help you! No outside help. If you have the guts to challenge me, don''t go running to a man for help! That''s unfair!" -


    But then, as if realizing something, he sneered, "Actually, now that I think about it, you probably don''t know much about gambling. Even if you bring Ethan into this, it won''t change anything. Let me tell you something. you pathetic woman-whether he''s here or not, I''m not afraid of you. And if you lose, I won''t hesitate to chop off your finger, no matter who''s standing by your side. I''m not someone you can push around."


    He thumped his chest arrogantly. "I''ve been ruling these tables since you were still in school. If you''re having second thoughts, now''s the time to back out. Just crawl under the table and apologize to me, and I''ll let this


    slide."


    He gestured grandly to the entire ninth floor, exuding confidence despite his disheveled state. "Go ahead and ask around. Who on this floor doesn''t know me? Who has ever walked away with a win against Han?"


    He then jabbed a finger toward Joonas and dered, "If you don''t believe me, ask him. Has anyone ever beaten


    me on the ninth floor?"


    At that moment, he regarded Brenna disdainfully, as though she had already lost.


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    Chapter 97 He Has Never Lost Before


    The Imperial Bar might be one of Ethan''s many businesses, but with his extensive empire to manage, he rarely had time to concern himself with the regrs here or the winning streaks.


    Still, he nced at Joonas, who immediately stepped forward and said respectfully, "Mr. Mitchell, Han has


    never lost on the ninth floor."


    dmit


    Han scoffed, "So, what''s it going to be, Miss Harper? Admit defeat now, or are you ready to lose your fingers?"


    Thiago, seething with anger, snapped, "Watch your mouth, Han. Brenna''s skill is leagues ahead of yours. You should be worrying about how you''ll beg for mercy when it''s your fingers on the chopping block. You might want to have an ambnce on standby for reattachment."


    Han mmed his hand against the table, his face twisting in rage. "Who the hell asked for your opinion? Stay out of this!" he eximed.


    still bitter over Thiago''s earlier attempt to inject him with that stuff, Han itched to beat him. Gritting his teeth, he added, "Don''t get cocky. You won''t beughing when this is over. If you''ve got any guts, stay here after this is over. I will deal with you then."


    Thiago merely smirked, unbothered. He knew exactly what kind of man Han was and had prepared for what might happen ordingly.


    The dealer had already dealt the cards.


    Stacks of chips sat neatly beside both yers, the required thirty million in betting chips ready to go.


    Han nced at Brenna''s stack arrogantly. He motioned to the dealer, signaling for her to shuffle the deck.


    In his mind, Brenna was nothing more than an amateur-a casual card yer out of her depth in a high-stakes.


    match.


    Brenna shuffled the deck with a simple, no-frills technique-devoid of the theatrical ir seen in seasoned gamblers.


    Watching her, Han smirked, his confidence soaring. He believed she was just another overconfident amateur


    and was no match for him.


    "With those basic skills, you think you can take me on?" he said in a mocking voice.


    When his turn came, he made a show of it. Holding the deck with practiced ease, he spread the cards across the table in a perfectly symmetrical fan.


    With a flick of his wrist, the entire deck flipped over in a seamless motion, earning impressed murmurs.


    He shuffled a few more times-fast, precise, effortless-before passing the deck back to the dealer.


    The female dealer moved swiftly, spreading the cards across the table before dealing three to each yer.


    Han flipped his first card, then the second, nodding in satisfaction. His luck was holding. He then saw Brenna turn over her cards one by one, looking anything but rxed.