She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 610: So Angry I Don’t Know What to Do

Chapter 610: Chapter 610: So Angry I Don’t Know What to Do

Hope Williams blinked her eyes. Seeing Waylon Lewis, whom she hadn’t seen for two days, her eyes lit up as she ran two steps forward and unhesitatingly threw herself into his arms.

With her soft and fragrant body pressing against him, Waylon tightened his arms around her, and his previously empty heart felt whole in that moment.

Hope tilted her chin upward, staring at the tense expression on the man’s handsome face, his aura clearly radiating anger.

Hope knew all too well—he was mad.

Evidently, he had overheard everything just now. A faint sense of guilt welled up inside Hope.

"Waylon, I missed you so much. Did you miss me?" Hope asked as she gazed at him with stars in her eyes, her smile becoming even more radiant.

Waylon looked at Hope’s ingratiating smile, his anger undiminished. "No."

"No? Really, not even a little bit?"

Waylon kept a cold expression and said nothing.

Disappointed, Hope let go of Waylon, and her face scrunched up with a sad expression. "Alright then, if you don’t miss me, I’ll just leave."

Seeing Hope still have the audacity to walk away, Waylon reached out with a stern expression and pulled her back into his arms.

At once, Hope’s face lit up with a mischievous grin. "See? You do miss me after all."

"Hope, flattery won’t cut it. While I wasn’t by your side, did you enjoy yourself?"

Hope quickly shook her head. "Not at all! I wasn’t happy one bit without you. But I really had no other choice—it’s all for the Williams Clan’s shareholder meeting in five days, no, four days now. I’ve been working hard to topple Ted Williams in one move."

"Paisley Ginger—his old man holds some shares. He promised me that if I could convince Paisley to return, he’d give them to me. I’m even saving you some money. Besides, I want to sort out the Williams Family matters quickly so I can go back and spend time with you sooner."

Waylon looked at the woman in his arms, listening to her well-structured reasoning. "You make everything seem reasonable."

"Trust me, I won’t lose." Hope raised her brows and flashed a sly smile.

Waylon let out a deep breath and rubbed his temples with his fingers, staring at Hope with his pitch-black eyes full of warning.

Hope stood on tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on Waylon’s chin. "Don’t be mad, okay?"

Waylon clenched his jaw tightly and then loosened it again, completely at a loss about how to deal with her.

Seeing Hope’s relentless attempts to appease him, Waylon’s expression finally softened somewhat.

Wyatt Lewis and Joseph Sanders exhaled in relief.

Sure enough, when dealing with his brother, only Hope could manage him.

Upon seeing Waylon, Paisley felt a chill in his heart. He remembered seeing them at Jade Bell’s birthday celebration a few days ago, and now the woman who was about to gamble with him was none other than Waylon’s wife.

Hope Williams!

Paisley swallowed hard, thinking, Waylon’s woman—this feels like courting disaster.

But if he could win against Waylon’s woman, it’d certainly be a major bragging right.

With this thought, Paisley suppressed the urge to retreat and straightened his back.

Before starting, the croupier explained the rules: "Three dice, totals between four and ten are considered small, eleven to seventeen are considered large. Triple dice excludes all dice matched together."

Hope nodded. "Okay."

Waylon pursed his lips tightly and stood behind Hope, his cold gaze sweeping over the three men behind them as he walked past.

Liam Cloud raised an eyebrow indifferently and leaned lazily against a gambling table, an expression of cold vigilance mixed with a hint of caution.

He discreetly observed the surroundings.

The casino was filled with its eyes and ears everywhere.

Their presence here was far from safe.

Meanwhile, upstairs on the second floor.

"What’s the commotion downstairs?"

A man’s sharp and cold profile turned darker with displeasure.

A subordinate stepped forward with immediate deference and reported, "Sir, Master Cloud has arrived."

"Liam Cloud?" Asher Ross narrowed his gaze, his eyes radiating a piercing chill. "He dares show his face at my venue? Go find out what he’s here for!"

"Sir, we already checked. He’s done nothing yet, but he’s brought a woman. Apparently, she’s a novice to gambling; she lost two million within minutes and is now about to bet fifty million in the next game."

With a cigar between his fingers, Asher Ross raised an eyebrow, chuckling coldly. "Bringing a woman here to lose money? What’s her background?"

Asher narrowed his gaze. Based on his years of hoarding information on Liam Cloud, there was only one woman Liam had ever kept by his side—a Williams—and no other.

The subordinate quickly responded, "I’ll investigate straight away."

Asher gestured with his hand and slowly stood, walking to the railing to peer downwards. His eyes immediately found the densest part of the crowd, spotting a silver-haired man casually leaning against a table, smoking, while his gaze remained fixed on one woman.

Asher’s gaze shifted toward the woman and his lips curled up. "It’s her, isn’t it?"

Hope Williams!

So he hadn’t misjudged earlier.

After confirming it was Hope, Asher’s attention turned towards the man standing behind her, and his brows furrowed at the sight. He spat out several words coldly, "Waylon Lewis! Ha! What a surprise—this casino is becoming rather lively."

"Sir, what’s making you smile so brightly?" A seductive woman walked over and leaned coquettishly against Asher, beaming with charm. "Oh, isn’t that Master Cloud? He actually came to your venue. Truly rare to see."

Asher pulled the woman into his arms, narrowing his eyes as he observed the scene below.

At this moment, Liam Cloud seemed to sense something and raised his head, his gaze meeting Asher’s instantaneously. A burst of frigid tension pervaded the air around them.

Asher’s eyes glinted with a trace of amusement. "Kya, tonight we have quite the show—gather everyone. Let’s go meet them."