Chapter 99 Who Do You Think You Are


    Han squinted at the topmost die on the other side, shocked to see that it showed a one.


    He eximed, "How is this possible? Where did you learn this trick? You only shook the cup three times and rolled six ones. I refuse to believe it! I spent five years perfecting this technique, and I still need multiple shakes. How did you pull it off?"


    He couldn''t believe this!


    Slowly, he lifted his own cover-only to reveal that the top die was also a one.


    For the first time, Brenna looked impressed. "Not bad."


    She carefully ced each of her dice on the table, revealing six perfect ones.


    Raising a brow slightly, she said, "Han, your turn. Let''s see-do you have six ones?"


    Han let out a snort, fuming at the challenge. Years of practice had never earned him a perfect roll, but at this moment, he prayed for a miracle.


    Joonas leaned in and began lifting Han''s dice, removing them slowly. With every die turned over, the


    pounding in Han''s chest grew louder.


    The first die-a one.


    The second-a one.


    A spark of hope flickered across Han''s face. His training hadn''t been for


    nothing. If all six were ones, he''d


    escape the worst oue.


    The third die-still a one.


    His smile widened ever so slightly.


    But his heart raced in anticipation.


    The fourth-a one again.


    His fortune was astounding. He felt he wouldn''t lose this time, and augh escaped him.


    Brenna''s smirk deepened, amusement shing across her face. The guy had both skill and luck.


    The fifth die-a one.


    Brenna exchanged a knowing look with Thiago. If this continued, teaching Han


    a lesson tonight might not be


    possible.


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    Only one die remained.


    The entire room fell silent, all eyes locked onto thest reveal


    It was a thire.


    Han''s face drained of color. His limbs went weak, and without thinking, he hid his hands beneath the table


    The gathered spectators-many of whom had suffered after losing to Han watched intently Some bore knife wounds, others had lost fingers, a few had scars marking their faces, and some had gambled away everything they owned. Now, they all waited for Joonas to deliver his verdict.


    Losing this game came with a brutal price losing three fingers.


    Desperation overtook Han as he turned to Thiago. "Thiago, we''re family. You know Miss Harper. Please, speak to her on my behalf. Don''t let them cut off my fingers. I''ll pay-double the amount Would that be


    enough?"


    Brenna wasn''t particrly interested in cutting off Han''s fingers. Her decision to corner him tonight wasn''t solely because he had sided with Sylvie and Vivian against her-it was also about Thiago.


    This entire situation had been set up for Thiago to bring Han down.


    Brenna turned to Thiago. "Three fingers. You can do it."


    Thiago''s expression was cold and unwavering. "Sure thing."


    Ethan, watching their exchange, sensed there was more to their rtionship than mere partnership


    Without drawing attention, he pulled out his phone and sent a message,


    instructing someone to look into Thiago and Brenna.


    Meanwhile, Joonas had Han''s right hand forced onto the table.


    A sharp, putrid smell hit Brenna, making her wrinkle her nose in disgust. Han


    had peed himself in fear. Brenna said to Ethan, "It''s disgusting here. Let''s leave the matter to Thiago and Joonas. We can go now."


    Ethan checked his watch and nodded. "It''s about time for dinner. Let''s go eat something," he said.


    Han, paralyzed with fear, screamed frantically, "No, please, don''t do this! Name any price-I''ll pay it! I''ll even hand over part of my family''s business..."


    His pleas fell on deaf ears. Thiago gripped a gleaming knife and drove it into the table with a sharp thud. "Begging won''t change anything now. When you forced my mother to take that destructive substance, do you remember how she and I begged you? Did you show any mercy back then?" he said.


    "Ahhh-"


    A sharp cry rang out from Han''s mouth as three of his fingers were cut off.


    Brenna didn''t stay to witness it. She and Ethan had already left.


    Before their car could pull away, a fleet of ck vehicles swerved in, blocking their path.


    Ethan''s expression hardened as he watched a familiar figure step out of the lead car-Brandon. His unexpected return was anything but friendly.


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    Brandon came from a powerful family, with deep political roots spanning generations. He had always been respected, admired, and ttered his entire life, Suffering humiliation was something he had never experienced -and he wasn''t about to let the matter slide.


    A series of loud thuds echoed as the doors of the surrounding cars swung shut after the people inside emerged Dozens of men in ck suits were there, each gripping an iron rod, looking all ruthless.


    Brenna cast a nce at them and said to Ethan, "We''re outnumbered


    Ethan remained unfazed "So what? This is my territory. Do they really think they can stir up trouble for me


    here?" he said.


    Before Brenns could respond, another wave of people spilled out from the Imperial Bar, swiftly surrounding


    Brenna and Ethan''s car to protect them.


    Brandon had clearly anticipated this. Holding an iron rod, he stepped forward, positioning himself directly in front of Ethan''s vehicle. "Mr. Mitchell, do you have the courage to take me one-on-one" he said.


    The men from the Imperial Bar had no fear of Brandon. They didn''t even need Ethan''smand. Joonas strode


    forward and delivered a powerful punch straight to Brandon''s nose. "Who do you think you are, challenging Mr.


    Mitchell?" he said coldly.


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