She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 609: Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Chapter 609: Chapter 609: Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

"If you lose, how about becoming my woman?"

Paisley Ginger’s gaze slowly darkened with desire.

"You wish, kid." Money didn’t matter. The Lewis Family could afford it, but trying to claim someone like that? That’s crossing the line.

This brat was clearly driven by lust.

"Tsk, sister-in-law? Hmm, a married woman, huh? But I don’t mind. What do you say? Want to play? Five million a round."

Listening to Paisley Ginger’s words, Wyatt Lewis and Joseph Sanders couldn’t hold back. As men themselves, they could clearly see through his intentions.

Not only was he a lecher, but he wanted to gamble five million a round, aiming to leave Hope Williams both broke and defeated. Utterly shameless.

Wyatt Lewis stepped forward, "I’ll play with you. Stop bullying women."

Paisley Ginger shot Wyatt Lewis a smile, "But I’m not interested in men."

Hope Williams raised her hand to block Wyatt Lewis and Joseph Sanders, then turned to Paisley Ginger, "I won’t play for five million."

Wyatt Lewis let out a long breath of relief. Thankfully, thankfully, his sister-in-law still had her head on straight.

She was so clever; agreeing to this would be a miracle.

This idiot really thought he could trick his sister-in-law...

"Five million is too small. I won’t play. If we’re betting, make it fifty million per round." Hope Williams liked efficiency.

The key was, betting five million at a time would lead to, at most, losses of a few tens of millions after an entire night. For a young master like Paisley Ginger, it wouldn’t even sting.

Once he recovered, he’d dive right back into the casino, so Hope Williams wouldn’t have truly solved Axel Ginger’s major headache.

Hope Williams wanted him to lose big and feel the pain.

Only then would he truly remember the lesson and completely quit gambling.

Upholding the principle of honoring a commission with diligence, Hope Williams naturally intended to cure Axel Ginger’s son of his rotten habits once and for all.

Otherwise, taking so many shares from someone else wouldn’t sit right with Hope Williams.

Wyatt Lewis’s legs went weak, nearly losing his balance.

Fifty million!

Who was he? Where was he? Had he misheard? Was he hallucinating?

"Sister-in-law, let’s not joke around."

Paisley Ginger froze for a moment, as if he hadn’t heard clearly, then tilted his head to ask someone nearby, "What did she just say?"

"Young Master Ginger, she just said she wants to bet fifty million per round!"

Paisley Ginger burst into laughter, "Are you sure about that?"

Hope Williams nodded, "Sure."

Paisley Ginger felt as though he was about to make a fortune tonight. Without hesitation, he hurriedly agreed, "Alright, since a beauty made the request herself, I’m happy to oblige. Just don’t cry later when you lose both money and yourself."

Fifty million definitely qualified as a high-stakes gamble.

"Sister-in-law, what’s going on with you today? There’s no need to go this crazy over shares. It’s just some shares, right? Let’s go back and ask my brother to buy them. There’s really no need to gamble for this."

"But the thing is, he won’t sell. His only demand is to take his son back."

Wyatt Lewis spoke in all seriousness, "Then let’s give him a beating! Beat him into submission and then take him back. There are plenty of ways to handle this—seriously, don’t play. Let’s go back, I’m begging you."

Hope Williams looked at the two clowns clinging to her arms, as if trying to pull her back from the brink of disaster.

Hope Williams broke into a sweat and resignedly said, "If beating him worked, Chairman Ginger’s sticks would’ve broken countless times. Plus, there are only four days. We have to head back tomorrow. I don’t have time left. Don’t worry, I’ve got this."

"You don’t, you don’t have this. Sister-in-law, listen to me! Let’s try something else. When he comes out of the casino later, we’ll throw a sack over him and just carry him out."

Hope Williams chuckled, "It’s fine, really. Besides, your plan doesn’t address the root of the problem. Can you tie him up for a lifetime? Wyatt, we honor commitments—we follow through. Understand?"

"But..."

Liam Cloud couldn’t hold back and dragged the two bickering men away from Hope Williams, "You two are annoying."

Wyatt Lewis stared at Liam Cloud, who remained unfazed. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, "Why aren’t you the least bit worried? She doesn’t know anything. While I was upstairs talking to her earlier, she lost two million already. Can’t you see that brat’s intentions?"

If it were before, this guy would’ve already charged forward to fight him without hesitation.

Liam Cloud casually glanced at him, "What’s there to worry about?"

"How can I not worry?"

"She’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing—the kind that ruins people for fun. What’s there to worry about?" Liam Cloud’s voice was raspy and nonchalant.

"What do you mean?"

Liam Cloud shot him a disdainful look, "Idiot, don’t talk to me."

Wyatt Lewis was furious. This guy’s words were infuriating.

"What if she actually loses?"

Everyone knew gambling was uncertain, often relying on luck, especially for games like Dice.

"If she really loses?"

Liam Cloud smirked.

"We snatch her back."

Wyatt Lewis tugged at his lips and gave Liam Cloud a thumbs-up, "When it comes to being shameless, you’ve got no equals."

"Let’s start." Hope Williams’s words had barely landed when an inexplicable chill swept over Wyatt Lewis.

Joseph Sanders hunched his shoulders and leaned closer to Wyatt Lewis, "Do you feel suddenly cold?"

Wyatt Lewis shivered all over, stiffened, and slowly turned around, only to spot his older brother standing silently nearby.

Wyatt Lewis’s lip curled in reflex as he jolted with dread, preparing to speak.

Waylon Lewis’s icy glare tore through him.

Wyatt Lewis instinctively went silent.

Waylon Lewis stood quietly in place, apparently keen to observe just how audacious this reckless woman planned to be.

Joseph Sanders and Wyatt Lewis discreetly edged half a step backward to avoid any chance of collateral damage.

Hope Williams clearly hadn’t realized Waylon Lewis was there.

Her gaze rested on the gambling table. Inside the black cover were three dice, with a row of betting options laid out in front. Besides the simplest one-to-one odds for small versus large bets, there were various other betting methods.

She lifted her clear, bright eyes toward the croupier, "Can we start?"

Paisley Ginger curled his lips, "Don’t say I didn’t warn you again. You’re gambling fifty million all at once. Lose, and it’s not just money—it’s yourself too. Don’t cry about it later."

"I won’t."

Wyatt Lewis and Joseph Sanders were just about to find chairs to sit and collect themselves, but those words shocked them into standing upright.

This is bad, this is really bad—will his brother flip the table on the spot later?

As the crowd laughed dismissively, Hope Williams’s expression remained unchanged. Her gaze was still pure and steady, with an air of foolish boldness.

Meanwhile, her peripheral vision seemed to catch something. Fixating on a spot in the crowd, her gaze locked onto a remarkably handsome yet grim face.