He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 68

Fiona immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes! She can stay here all by herself!"

Laird's brows knitted together. He dug at his ear in annoyance and spat, "You're too damn loud."

Moments later, the Sawyers were forcefully gagged.

Despite the sudden escalation, Sienna's expression remained completely unfazed.

"Looks like you're planning to welsh on the bet. How do you expect anyone on this street to look at you after this?"

Her gaze swept across the surrounding onlookers. Her voice wasn't loud, but the casino was so dead silent that everyone caught every single word.

"A casino operates on reputation. If you deny my payout today, no one will dare step foot in here tomorrow."

Laird's arrogant smirk faltered for a second.

Several regular patrons were among the crowd, and hearing her words, the way they looked at Laird noticeably shifted.

Card sharks were one thing, but a house that welshed on its bets was terrifying. If he could screw Sienna over today, he could do it to them tomorrow.

But Laird clearly wasn't the kind of man to be easily manipulated by logic.

He scoffed and signaled to his men on either side.

"Save the moral high ground. This is my house, and I am the law."

As he spoke, one of the hulking guards lunged forward to grab her.

But Sienna suddenly dropped a bombshell: "It's a shame this isn't actually your house."

The entire room froze in shock.

"You've been watching long enough. Isn't it time you came out?"

Right on cue, the steady rhythm of footsteps echoed from the deepest shadows of the casino.

Sienna stood her ground, her eyes locked on the figure emerging from the darkness.

He was notoriously cold-blooded, showing absolutely zero mercy, not even to his own flesh and blood.

Years ago, when his own uncle conspired with outsiders to seize power, Mr. Blackwood had personally snapped all ten of the man's fingers before locking him away in a pitch-black, private asylum.

When a subordinate betrayed him, that man vanished into thin air while out on international waters—his body never recovered.

These spine-chilling rumors raced through Samuel's mind, every single detail hammering into his psyche until his legs turned to jelly.

Cold sweat drenched his back. He squeezed his eyes shut in absolute despair, only one thought echoing in his brain: I'm dead!

Falling into the hands of a living grim reaper meant he would likely be ground into dust tonight.

The man known as Mr. Blackwood didn't even acknowledge him, stopping instead directly in front of Sienna.

He glanced at her pale face, then cast a look down at the dice resting on the table, his tone equal parts lazy and lethally dangerous.

"You've got some nerve, breaking my rules."