She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 612: Let Hope Williams Stay as a Maid

Chapter 612: Chapter 612: Let Hope Williams Stay as a Maid

"Winning and losing is normal—continue."

Hope Williams smiled faintly, glanced at the croupier, and signaled for them to proceed.

This time, Hope pushed half of her chips forward—approximately three billion.

Paisley Ginger narrowed his eyes, sensing that something was off.

Is there really someone that dumb, treating money like it’s nothing, just here to give it away?

Paisley glanced at the people around Hope, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease.

Could they have grouped together to scheme against him?

But he had no connections to Hope, nor any feud—why go to all this trouble to plot against him?

Shaking his head, Paisley couldn’t figure out their motives and stopped dwelling on it.

Hope bet on small, Paisley bet on big.

Everyone held their breath, eyes fixed on the black covering.

The lid was lifted—1-6-2, small.

Hope won!

Paisley’s face turned slightly pale. He frowned, staring intently at the dice, repeatedly confirming he hadn’t misread.

Hope’s expression remained calm as she watched the croupier push all the chips over to her side.

She smiled and then turned to Paisley, whose face was already clouded, and spoke coolly, "Young Master Ginger, shall we continue?"

Paisley gritted his molars, his hands firmly planted on the table—clearly unwilling to lose, though he had already suffered significant losses today.

Hope wasn’t in any rush, quietly waiting for him to decide.

Finally, Paisley glared at Hope and ground his teeth. "You were just lucky earlier. Of course we’ll continue."

Just as expected.

Hope smiled faintly, standing with her hands braced on the table.

"Let’s start then."

Once the croupier finished shaking the dice cup, Hope raised her hand and, without hesitation, pushed all her chips forward. "I’ll bet on small."

Wyatt Lewis, witnessing this, was so shocked he exclaimed urgently, "Sister-in-law, you can’t play like this—you... this, this, this... if you lose, it’ll be over for you..."

There were nearly ten billion chips at stake. If Hope lost, and that Ginger guy didn’t bet large afterward, her single defeat would mean total disaster.

Earlier, Hope’s win was entirely due to luck.

No one could guarantee her luck would hold.

But Hope remained unmoved. "It’s fine—continue."

"Bro, you better stop her somehow!" Wyatt’s voice was frantic.

Waylon Lewis frowned deeply as his eyes met Hope’s confident gaze. After pausing briefly, he reached out, pulled the pair apart, and said coldly, "Continue."

Wyatt, hearing this, collapsed backward, pressing on his philtrum as Joseph Sanders caught him just in time.

"It’s over—it’s over! Sister-in-law’s lost it! Now the brother’s crazy too!"

Crazy. Everyone’s gone mad!

Better start preparing for some rogue tactics to snatch people back later.

Paisley was so tense he was drenched in sweat, staring at Hope’s near ten billion chips. Gritting his teeth, he exchanged for ten billion in chips and followed with a bet on big.

Before the croupier uncovered the dice cup, Paisley raised his hand. "Wait—mind if I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"You suddenly decided to play against me at this table—don’t tell me there’s some hidden motive?" Paisley felt something was off with this woman. His anxiety and discomfort were growing unbearable.

"Not entirely clueless, I see."

If not for certain shares and defeating Ted Williams, Hope would never have wasted her time playing these games with him.

Now that Paisley realized the oddities—what could he do?

"Reveal it."

1-1-2! Small!

Hope wins!

"She really won."

Gasps erupted all around.

Beads of sweat trickled down Paisley’s body—so far, he’d already lost thirteen billion to Hope!

It was nearing the limit of his financial tolerance. If he wanted to continue, he’d have to take out loans.

Plus, in the next round, this crazy woman would likely go all-in again, essentially forcing him to match her bet—which he could no longer afford.

Hope saw that Paisley was close to breaking point, but she knew he hadn’t been pushed to the brink where he’d learn his lesson. If he took a break now, he’d come back for more.

This time, Hope wanted to ensure he lost so devastatingly that he wouldn’t dare return.

But Paisley, in his obsessive state after losing thirteen billion, even though he’d sensed her strangeness, could no longer pull back.

"Young Master Ginger, shall we continue?"

Right as Hope finished speaking, a commotion stirred in the crowd, accompanied by respectful calls of, "Master Ross."

"Master Ross!"

Paisley was pushed aside as a tall man, with a woman in his arms, replaced him at the table.

The man’s abyss-like eyes locked onto Hope, his face bearing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"How about I take over and play with Young Madam Lewis?"

Hope’s gaze landed on the man who had abruptly stepped in, her eyes narrowing in displeasure. "Who are you?"

Hope had come today specifically to take Paisley down—this sudden appearance throwing her plans into disarray was nothing short of infuriating.

"I don’t know you. Why should I play with you? Step aside."

"Young Madam Lewis, surely you remember me? We’ve met before."

Hope frowned, but then another presence emerged beside her—it was Liam Cloud.

At this moment, Liam exuded an intense fierceness, his icy glare seeming ready to devour his opponent.

"Well, well, isn’t this the infamous Master Cloud?" Asher Ross smirked provocatively. "Didn’t expect to see you show up at my venue. What’s the occasion? Not satisfied with the beating last time and here to hand over more money?"

As he finished, his woman, accompanied by his gathered lackeys, erupted in mocking laughter.

The woman clinging to him giggled. "Master Ross, who’d have thought Master Cloud didn’t get enough of your lesson and is back for more!"

"You despicable rat! If it weren’t for using dirty underhanded methods while our Big Boss was away, do you really think you’d have been able to pull it off?" Wesley Ruiz clenched his fists, veins bulging.

About a month ago, Liam Cloud’s businesses suffered malicious attacks, causing significant losses, and many of his brothers were injured—all because Asher Ross seized the opportunity while Liam was away. Normally suppressed by Liam, Asher’s arrogance had run unchecked.

Asher curled his lips, smiling wickedly. "Dirty methods? Tell me—weren’t you lot silenced by us after the lesson? Spouting off now doesn’t make you any less of a joke. For a mere woman, you dragged yourselves to Emperor Capital, and yet she doesn’t even belong to you. I wonder, is this part of your brain malfunctioning?"

Asher scoffed, tapping his finger against his temple, his laughter growing more brazen.

The harsh, mocking laughter grated on Hope’s nerves. Her brows furrowed deeply as recognition dawned on her—this man was Asher Ross.

She had encountered him once before when Liam took her out in Y Country, but after suspecting Asher might target her, Liam had made sure she didn’t cross paths with him again.

This man was the rival Wesley had warned her about before entering—the man Liam despised most.

Chill and resolve glinted in Hope’s eyes.

Liam stared daggers at Asher, his clenched fists making it appear as though he’d leap forward and tear him apart at any moment.

Hope scanned the area cautiously. At some point, besides the guests, a significant number of black-clad guards had appeared.

They were surrounded.

Hope’s lashes trembled slightly. She raised her hand, pressing it softly against Liam’s clenched fist.

Liam paused, his intense gaze shifting to her.

Hope shook her head gently, whispering, "Leave this to me."

Liam had come to Emperor Capital because of her and stepped into this place because of her. No matter what, Hope couldn’t let him get hurt again because of her.

Hope turned her gaze to Asher, her brow arching slightly.

Seeing her attention shift, Asher sneered, "What’s wrong? Still don’t remember me?"

Feigning a headache, Hope furrowed her brow. "Apologies, I have this peculiar problem. For those who are ugly, vile, and an eyesore, I struggle to waste brainpower remembering them."

Asher’s expression faltered.

Hope teased mockingly, "So... who the hell are you?"

For a moment, silence descended.

Asher narrowed his eyes, his smile returning. "Hope Williams! Ha, still as sharp-tongued as ever. Earlier, you and Young Master Ginger’s bet was over people, wasn’t it? Kya, you in need of a maid? How about I win her back as your servant?"

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