Wesley Evans furrowed his brows.
He hadn't expected Sophia Sullivan to call upon Ethan Sullivan.
The Sullivan family wielded immense power.
The Underground City would rather offend a hundred Amys than make enemies with the Sullivans.
Especially now, with the high-profile wager between Crimson Serpent and Amy.
If Ethan intervened and Crimson Serpent lost...
The situation would spiral out of control.
"Mr. Sullivan, if you wish to play, I can arrange another partner for you."
Wesley glanced at the indifferent Julian Valentine before stepping forward reluctantly.
"The wager between Crimson Serpent and Amy really isn't suitable—"
Ethan slowly lifted his gaze.
His eyes were glacial.
Wesley immediately fell silent.
"I don't appear for irrelevant people."
Ethan's expression remained calm, but his tone was icy.
"Especially when the people you've arranged hold no interest for me."
Whispers erupted around them.
"Mr. Sullivan isn't here for pleasantries. Is it because Wesley dragged Crimson Serpent into this wager?"
"Clearly, he's here to defend his lady."
"Not long ago, Mr. Sullivan publicly pursued Crimson Serpent. Now he's appearing with her—their bond must run deep."
Wesley didn't dare offend him. He forced a smile.
"Of course. I hope you enjoy the game, Mr. Sullivan."
Julian Valentine remained sprawled lazily on the couch.
He only lifted his head in greeting.
"Mr. Sullivan. An honor."
Black leather gloves clung to his knuckles, accentuating their sharp lines.
Ethan responded indifferently.
"Likewise."
The brief exchange froze the air.
Like ice spreading across the room.
Sophia looked at Ethan.
The black restraint straps on his shirt precisely outlined his waist and chest.
Tall, restrained, and untouchable.
Julian was equally striking.
But his demeanor was more aloof and detached.
On the surface, there was no animosity between them.
Yet tension simmered beneath.
Without overthinking, Sophia spoke up.
"Mr. Sullivan, I want to challenge Amy to a wager. I need a partner."
"Fine."
Ethan didn't ask for reasons.
His dark eyes fixed solely on her.
"Whatever the wager, I'm in."
His calm declaration stunned the crowd.
Ian Watson looked bewildered.
Was this the same ruthless Ethan Sullivan who never set foot in gambling dens?
With just a few words from Ms. Sullivan...
He abandoned his work to appear in this underground den.
Even willing to risk an unknown wager with her.
It felt surreal.
Liam Winston was seething.
"So it's Ethan Sullivan," he muttered through gritted teeth.
Veins bulged at his temples.
His fists clenched unconsciously.
He hadn't anticipated Sophia's influence.
Not only did Ethan fund her, but he also willingly stepped into the wager.
Rage clouded his mind.
Liam smirked coldly.
Playing was one thing.
But if they lost, how would the Sullivans save face?
Amy narrowed her eyes.
"This is a life-or-death wager, Mr. Sullivan. Are you certain?"
She'd heard of A-City's Ethan Sullivan.
The跨国企业掌舵人, once confined to a wheelchair.
Now standing tall as if nothing had happened.
Ethan showed no courtesy.
"The one who should consider life or death... might be you, Ms. Amy."
His tone was condescending.
Utterly crushing.
Amy was speechless.
No man had ever humiliated her like this.
She vowed to make them pay.