After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 689

Chapter 689

Sylvia blinked, a hint of amusement flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"It's my turn to show my cards," she said.

Almost everyone was nervously watching the poker cards in her hand, especially Jasper who seemed worried and tense. He was afraid that Sylvia would lose and end up losing the new energy source.

"So... Deputy Chief, what do you have?" Chaz pretended to cough lightly and asked softly.

"Nothing much, see for yourself," Sylvia glanced at everyone before revealing her cards.

As soon as she revealed them, everyone's eyes widened at the sight of her hand. A few cards were gently lifted up by her fingers...

Then...

Chaz's face froze as his heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. "How is this possible? You actually..."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I have a straight flush," Sylvia said with a dazzling smile that made it hard for anyone not to be attracted.

Hunter looked unhappy with this turn of events. This woman had such incredible luck! She got a straight flush on the first round!

He himself only had four-of-a-kind but he reminded himself that he was still the gambling king who had never lost before. It was just one round after all; he didn't believe that this woman could keep having such good luck throughout all three rounds.

Harold frowned slightly; even he hadn't expected Sylvia's luck to be so good on the first round. "Let's start with round two now," he said as he began dealing out five more poker cards each for both Hunter and Sylvia.

"This time let Deputy Chief go first," Hunter politely suggested since it had been him who went first on the last round.

Sylvia gave him an indifferent smile and hadn't even touched any of those five new poker cards since Harold dealt them out earlier on.

"Are you sure?" she asked coyly.

Looking at the smile on her lips, Hunter had a bad feeling.

He quietly exhaled some air, trying not to worry too much, because surely she couldn't be lucky twice in a row... She didn't even look at her own card yet...

"Deputy Chief should go ahead," Hunter gritted his teeth together tightly while trying hard not to show his anxiety.

"That's what you said," nodded Sylvia calmly before quickly flipping over another straight flush from underneath those five newly dealt-out poker cards.

Hunter's face turned extremely gloomy immediately after seeing this outcome once again... "How is this possible? How did you..."

Click!

She opened the magazine as all six bullets fell onto the table with clattering sounds. She picked up one bullet then loaded it into the gun before playing around with magazine, making more clicking noises.

Everyone watched in shock without understanding what she intended to do next.

After finishing all these actions, Sylvia smirked at Harold. "How about this? Let's play something thrilling. If your gambling king lost to me, the ownership of this island should belong to MI6."

"But since you're not happy about losing," Her cold voice echoed through the large conference room."Let's play Russian Roulette instead. There is only one bullet inside this gun. If Mr. Gamble points it towards his head but doesn't die, the island will belong to us. But if he gets shot accidentally, then we don't want this island anymore."

"What do you say? Leave everything up to fate; let God decide."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chaz immediately roared in anger, "You're going too far! You're basically asking Mr. Gamble to go die!"

"You're going too far! Mr. Gamble, don't agree to her demands!" Sylvia's lips curved into a smirk. "Mr. Santana, haven't you noticed something?"

"What?"

"That the decision-making power lies in my hands, not in yours or Mr. Gamble's."