THE INVINCIBLE TOP G

Chapter 162

As Mr. Mythir's right-hand man took his place beside him, Mr. Mythir leaned in to whisper something confidential, a sinister glint in his eyes, before reclining back in his chair with an air of authority. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him, anticipating his next move.

With deliberate nonchalance, Mr. Mythir dropped his pipe to the table, the clatter echoing through the room, before rising to his feet. His invitation to Vincent Morgan, the esteemed leader of the city's jewelry industry, dripped with arrogance, a challenge that couldn't be refused.

"Vincent," he drawled, his tone laced with superiority, "care to test your luck against mine? Let us gamble."

Vincent hesitated, though not aware of the stakes involved. As the organizer of the event, he couldn't afford to decline the challenge, despite his lack of expertise in gambling. With a resigned nod, he accepted, steeling himself for the impending showdown.

Mikelson, observing the scene with growing concern, leaned into Ga