Chapter 66 Using Her as a Stake

"Mr. Al-Farouk, this way, please!" Rami said with great respect.

Hassan walked confidently into the spacious VIP room.

The air in the room was fresh, the furniture was luxurious, and most importantly, there were several beautiful and sexy women wearing bikinis, kneeling on the ground and providing services.

Seeing that Elena's expression wasn't great, Timothy snapped his fingers, and all the women left.

In the private room, there were only Timothy, Hassan, Nabil, Timothy's subordinate Rami, and the listless Elena.

After she found out this was Timothy's casino, she felt extremely embarrassed. She almost agreed to take their money earlier; she felt so silly and foolish.

Timothy politely reached out his hand. "Mr. Al-Farouk, please have a seat. May I ask which game you prefer to play?"

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Hassan's lips.

"Today, let's play something special. We'll gamble with her."

Timothy looked at Elena with a puzzled expression. "Elena is Annie's sister, so I don't have the authority to decide."

"It's simple. If I lose, she stays in the UK with Annie. If you lose, she goes with me right now, and the Robinson family is not allowed to take her in anymore."

Hassan's domineering attitude made Elena very angry. She was about to refute, but suddenly, Timothy gave her a signal with his eyes.

Elena remained silent. Timothy gave a faint smile and said, "Once Mr. Al-Farouk has spoken, I will definitely accompany him to the end. Besides, this bet will be carried out without harming Elena. Let's take a chance!"

Timothy felt very proud in his heart. He had been playing big in his family's casino since he was young. There was no one who could beat him. He was proficient in everything, familiar with all aspects, even more so than his lawyers.

“Hassan, it seems you've pushed your luck too far. Today, I will make you lose face in front of your woman,” he thought.

"Rami, bring the playing cards!" Timothy chose cards as the gambling tool. He knew all the tricks.

"Hold on!" Hassan said in a low voice, "Since we are playing in your casino, you can't choose the gambling tool. Let me pick!"

With a sound, Nabil placed a black handgun on the table.

Timothy's face turned gloomy, and Rami nervously pulled out his own handgun, aiming it at Hassan.

Elena was terrified. She hadn't expected the situation to escalate so quickly, turning into a tense atmosphere.

"What does this mean, Mr. Al-Farouk?" Timothy asked ominously.

Hassan laughed heartily, reaching out to pick up the handgun from the table. He disassembled the magazine and unloaded all the bullets, except for the last one. He inserted it back into the magazine, reassembled the handgun, and placed it back on the table.

"This is a gamble. The game rule is that we take turns shooting. The first one to be shot will be the loser."

Hassan grinned menacingly, his sharp eyes fixed on Timothy.

The essence of this game was to play with their own lives and test their courage. Losing meant losing their own lives.

Timothy immediately turned pale. "What kind of joke is this? This isn't gambling, it's life-or-death!"

"It seems you're just a coward who dares not play this kind of game!" Hassan deliberately provoked him.

Cold sweat dripped down Timothy's forehead. His Adam's apple bobbed nervously as he suddenly waved his hand and slapped Rami, saying, "Get out of here! Why are you showing off with a gun?"

Rami was frightened and quickly retrieved the gun. Timothy smirked. He took the bullets from Rami's hand, poured them all out, and randomly picked one. Then he disassembled Hassan's handgun, replaced the bullet with the one in his hand, put it back together, and placed it on the table.

"Mr. Al-Farouk, who said I don't dare to play! For the sake of fairness, the gun is yours, and the bullet is mine. This way, no one will lose out."

Hassan didn't mind. He didn't even blink. He just raised an eyebrow and said, "No problem! Now, who will take the first shot?"

Elena was nervous. She could hardly breathe.

She didn't want to see any of the men die in front of her.

But she also didn't want to go back with Hassan. If she were taken back by Hassan, she would face even more insane retaliation. Perhaps she would never have a chance to see her mother again in her life. No, she didn't want to be taken back. What should she do? Could anyone tell her what to do?

The scene fell silent for three seconds. Timothy suddenly smiled and said, "This idea was brought up by Mr. Al-Farouk, so naturally, it's your turn."

Indeed, this reason was irrefutable. Hassan shrugged indifferently and picked up the handgun from the table.

The black handgun spun in his slender fingers, rotating twice before pointing at his temple.

Hassan suddenly looked at Elena intently as if trying to find something in her eyes.

Elena's face turned pale with fear, and she couldn't breathe properly.

"No, let's not compare like this, okay? Let's find another way."

"There’s no other way." Hassan sneered and fired the gun.

The sound of bullets exploding did not ring out as expected. He was lucky, there was no bullet.

Elena felt a sense of detachment. In that moment just now, she seemed to have imagined the horrifying scene of Hassan's blood splattering everywhere. She felt worried and fearful.

Seeing that he was fine, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

Hassan calmly glanced at her before pushing the pistol in front of Timothy.

With his strength, the pistol gracefully spun on the table, and the handle of the gun landed directly in Timothy's hand.

Under the lighting, Timothy's face looked incredibly pale.

Just as he was about to grip the gun, Rami suddenly went crazy and snatched the gun from Timothy's hand.

"Young Master, you can't do this! Let me do it for you, please!" Rami exclaimed as he tried to stop Timothy.

Rami had already seized the gun, pointing it at his own temple.

After the gun shot, it turned out to be empty.

"It's nothing, Young Master. It was an empty shot," Rami said in a frantic and joyous manner.

Timothy lifted his foot and delivered a heavy kick to Rami's waist. "Idiot, who asked you to act!" he yelled.

Unmoved by Timothy lecturing his subordinate, Hassan coldly smirked for a long while before saying, "That bullet was originally meant for you, Young Master. Unfortunately, your subordinate snatched away your advantage, so now you will face another bullet with even greater risks than before."

Six bullets fired, two were blanks. Only four chambers remained, and the likelihood of Timothy's death increased from one-fifth to one-fourth.

"I fired that shot, but it belonged to my Young Master," Rami begged.

"Hahaha, this is just a game between me and your Young Master. You barged in and snatched away your Young Master's advantage, and now you're spouting nonsense here. Mr. Robinson, don't tell me you're so scared that you need a subordinate to take your place!" Hassan sarcastically remarked.

Hassan's blunt sarcasm made Timothy's face turn extremely ugly, and he slapped Rami in the face once again. "Get out!"

"Yes, yes, I'm leaving immediately!" Rami covered his swollen face and ran away.

With the two of them quarreling, time quickly passed by.

Hassan snatched the gun from Rami's hand and placed it in front of Timothy. "It's your turn now."

The weight of the gun in Timothy's hand felt unbearable. He slowly raised it, his Adam's apple rolling continuously, and his eyes narrowing incessantly.

After a long pause, he lightly tapped the tray with his finger, his face unusually grim.

Suddenly, he forcefully slammed the gun on the table and glared at Hassan, full of hatred. "Fine! You win."

"Originally, I shouldn't have intervened in your matter. Elena, go back with Mr. Al-Farouk! I can't help you."

Elena’s face turned pale with fear. She took a step back and exclaimed, "No, I won't go back with you! Leave me alone!"

Hassan's face twisted in anger. "Whether you go back or not is not for you to decide. Come with me!"

Suddenly, Elena turned around and grabbed the gun from the table, pointing it at her own temple.

"Hassan, if you insist on taking me back, I’m ready. You can take me when I’m dead. Will you be satisfied then?" Her angry face was streaked with tears as she tightly gripped the gun. "You demon! You bastard! What have I done to deserve this? You want to exterminate me completely. If you dare to come any closer, I will die right in front of you."

Hassan looked shocked, never having expected her to be so fed up with him that she would use her own death as a threat. Timothy watched from a distance, his expression filled with amusement.

"Elena, do you even know who you're with?" Hassan asked sternly.

"Why does it matter to you? Is it any of your business?" Elena retorted defiantly, determination and stubbornness shining in her clear eyes.

Hassan's gaze grew colder and colder. "Fine, since you have chosen self-destruction, I can't be bothered with you."

With a cold look at her, Hassan turned and walked out of the VIP room.

Elena, still trembling with fear, slumped onto the sofa, her sweaty hands still clutching the gun.

After a few seconds, the gun slipped from her hand and fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Applause rang out, and Timothy walked slowly towards her, appraisingly saying, "Impressive, Elena. You truly have courage and wit. Even Hassan was scared off by you."

Elena was still shaken. She had no desire to die. What she did just now was a move out of desperation.

She shook her head, wiped off the sweat with a tissue, and forced a bitter smile. "Actually, I'm terrified of death. What happened just now was merely luck."

Timothy waved his hand, and immediately a waiter came in and cleared the table, replacing it with a plate of pastries and a selection of drinks.

Pouring a glass of red wine, Timothy handed it to Elena. "Actually, I can tell that this man has feelings for you."