"If he is not able to make it rain he is going to lose an arm becauseof it? How cruel!"
Lord Edmund McCoy frowned deeply at the Henrik bet, he was playing with fire, a concerned look could not help but appear on his weathered face.
The eldest son of the Henrik family was quite ruthless and dared to use eight thousand taels of silver as a bet. It was an clear move that spoke volumes about his confidence and his cruelty about winning and his character.
Everyone fell silent after bet not daring to speak, and all eyes turned toward Alex.
The tension in the room was palpable, it was so thick that it was able to be cut with a knife.
Everyone present knew that Henrik was playing a dangerous game of entrapment this time.
Alex had to answer whether he wanted to be trapped or not. There was no escape from this public challenge.
