"Why are you just standing there? Announce the winner."
Evalyn shot the judge a cold glance.
Feeling her gaze, the man got goosebumps. He looked at Nathan, who lay unconscious on the ground, with mixed feelings.
"What rotten luck," he muttered under his breath.
No one knew that he had placed a bet as well. And it wasn't a small amount—five hundred thousand Sharn.
That was his family's entire savings. He had asked his wife for permission and promised that he would return with five million Sharn.
Trusting him, his wife had let him use their savings as his bet.
He had bet on Nathan because the odds were higher. But the result was completely different from what he had expected. Evalyn had won without a single scratch.
Panic gripped his heart, making it hard to breathe.
"Why are you so quiet? Didn't you hear my order?"
Evalyn's cold voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"I-I understand. I'm sorry."
