Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System

CHAPTER NINETY-THREE

RICHARD'S POV

The chandeliers glittered like a thousand tiny stars above us, casting a golden hue over the masquerade ball. Amelia's laughter was like music, and as we swayed to the rhythm, I felt a sense of peace. But peace is often fleeting.

As we danced, a man with a portly belly approached. His mask was elaborate, hiding his features, but it couldn’t hide his wealth. "Excuse me," he said, his voice smooth yet commanding. "Would you care to join us for a private poker game? A more... exclusive event, if you will."

I hesitated. Poker wasn't my forte. But before I could decline, Alex, Jenny’s man, sauntered over, a smug grin plastered on his face. "Didn't I tell you he wouldn't want to play?" he said loudly, making sure others around us could hear. "He obviously doesn't have the liver for it."

The crowd's attention shifted to us. Whispered conversations buzzed around like annoying flies. People were watching, waiting for my reaction. I couldn't back down now. I glanced at Amelia, who