The Sky Dome was silent, while undercurrents churned in the darkness as if about to erupt.
Inside the villa palace atop Upper East City, Fang Ran listened to the empress before him speak of short-selling, the stock market, tonight's crisis, even life itself.
Everything became a Gambling Game in her words.
At that moment, Fang Ran felt an uncontrollable surge rise from deep within his heart!
Casinos, Gambling Game, the struggle before he had wagered twenty million US dollars—all of it connected to her answer at this moment.
Pursue what you desire, and bear the uncertain risks.
Though she had offered no direct explanation, it felt as if he understood her answer—not only regarding tonight's situation, but also regarding his own anxiety.
Beyond that, as he looked into the dazzling colors of the empress's eyes while she spoke,
Fang Ran also sensed an unfathomably profound meaning.
With a soft laugh, Veronica paid no attention to the young man's daze. Having answered his question, her voice now carried a touch of elegant languor.
"Come to think of it, it's getting late."
Veronica looked at him and smiled again as she asked a question.
"Can you carry me back to my room?"
Still immersed in the impact of her previous words, Fang Ran froze when he heard that. Listening to this willful request he had heard once last night,
with an avalanche imminent and a major battle at hand, he had no energy to deal with her flirtatious teasing.
A weary helplessness appeared on Fang Ran's face as he pressed a hand to his forehead and sighed.
"I remember answering that question already."
"If you don't carry me back, I'll run out later."
Click—
His refusal stopped short when he heard Veronica's smiling addition.
Fang Ran's expression froze as if someone had