I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
Chapter 387: God of Gamblers Bless Me

A portly local official from Mondale appeared before Terrence Sterling, his eyes gleaming with greed as if he was not seeing a man, but a mountain of gold. Indeed, the value Terrence Sterling carried was comparable to a mountain of gold.

The official eyed Terrence and said, "Just agree to our terms, and you can leave. Why suffer here? It's no loss to you; this is a win-win situation."

"Sorry, but the Sterling family has never bred a traitor," Terrence replied lazily, leaning against the wall with a slight smirk. "Is that the best you can do?" Money was not an issue for Terrence, but collaborating with Mondale was out of the question.

The official laughed. "Terrence Sterling, you play tough, but the one who will suffer is your wife. Oh, and I have news for you-your wife is here. She's currently in the underground casino starting a game with Alistair Golding. You know what kind of man he is-lecherous and a gambler. And your wife, famed for her stunning beauty... on Golding's turf, well..."

The official trailed off, letting Terrence grasp the full implications.

Shocked by the news of Meredith's arrival, Terrence's expression turned icy, yet he quickly composed himself, suspecting a trick. "It seems you really are out of strategies."

"Disbelieving?" The official pulled out a smartphone, showing a video of Meredith in the casino.

Seeing the video, Terrence couldn't stay seated. He stood up abruptly and walked quickly to the bars, reaching out to snatch the phone.

The official stepped back, a smug smile on his face as he spoke in fluent Mondalese, "It seems our Mr. Sterling is quite the romantic. Your wife's safety hangs by a thread. Will you cooperate, or continue to waste away here?" Terrence clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, but he did not relent.

The official laughed heartily. "Take your time to decide."

Leaving those words behind, the official departed with a laugh.

Terrence was frantic inside. He had not expected Meredith to come to Mondale. Luckily, she had brought Selene Cove with her; otherwise, he would be beside himself with worry.

Why couldn't this foolish woman just stay safely in the capital?

Terrence knew that these officials wouldn't keep him locked up forever; he would be free in no more than five days.

Now that Meredith was here, the situation had changed, and Terrence feared an accident might occur.

...

In the underground casino.

Meredith rolled a three, her heart sinking as the room fell silent.

The onlookers were sure she was doomed.

Having caught Alistair Golding's eye, and him being notorious for discarding women after using them, Meredith's prospects seemed grim. Many women couldn't handle it; some even took their own lives. Alistair Golding picked up a die, chuckling, "Mrs. Sterling, you know the rules-lose gracefully, and don't cry afterwards. Don't worry, I'm quite gentle with women."

His arrogance was palpable. Meredith retorted, "Mr. Golding, it's too early to call. A three isn't the lowest roll; I still have a chance to beat you. It's not over until it's over."

Alistair's face was rough with stubble, spittle flying into his beard as he spoke, which Meredith detested-she could hardly stand excessively hairy men, except if they were dogs.

Beside her, Marry hoped against hope for Meredith to win. If Meredith became Alistair's woman, Marry would fall out of favor.

But if Meredith won, Terrence would be freed, and Marry would be ruined.

Marry was deeply conflicted.

As Meredith rolled a three, Alistair dismissed it with a flick of his wrist, tossing the die nonchalantly. The die rolled across the table...

Meredith's palms sweated as she silently recited all the prayers she knew. Selene Cove was ready to grab Meredith and run at any moment.

Alistair's face was full of smiles, but as the die came to a stop, his smile froze. He was dumbfounded as the crowd gasped in surprise. Against all odds, he had rolled a one.

It was purely a game of luck. Meredith had just lost eight hundred million, but in two rounds against Alistair, she had won both.

Relieved, Meredith raised an eyebrow, "Mr. Golding, you know the rule-lose gracefully. I expect to see my husband free by tomorrow."