Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The time flew by quickly, and the day of the competition was almost here.

During these days staying in Las Vegas, Charlotte Miller accompanied her at the casino, but she hadn’t gambled once since then.

She wanted to save her best luck for that day; she had to win. She had to take three fingers from that man’s son, so he could never gamble again. This would surely be a fatal blow to him.

Moreover, a man who was about to be crowned the future Gambling King, defeated by a woman, would indeed make a big joke.

”Avery Jane, your friend has brought the dress you custom ordered.” Charlotte Miller walked in from outside, holding a delicate paper box, which was what Avery Jane needed and had been delivered at the fastest speed.

Charlotte Miller still felt a bit worried about Avery Jane; she had always felt that recent times were uneasy, and the storm brewing for so long was about to begin.

Avery Jane took out a box from that exquisite bag.

The white box had subtle patterns, low-key yet noble.

A large bow was tied on top with black velvet, adorned with tiny diamonds, exquisite and luxurious.

Charlotte Miller looked at that beautiful box, indeed designed well enough to be captivating.

At this moment, Avery Jane’s sister, Eliza Bell, also came out of the room. She had accompanied Avery Jane to Las Vegas for the competition.

Eliza Bell looked at the pretty box, sipping her caramel latte, and said in a seductive tone, ”Your friend is really interesting. A dress with such a beautiful box—if the dress’s design isn’t good, would that be like buying the box and returning the pearls?”

Charlotte Miller thought to herself, if the box could be designed so beautifully, then the dress must be even more astonishing, right?

Avery Jane smiled and said nothing more.

When the box was opened, it was a black dress without a single pattern, without a single gem sewn into it.

The dress lay quietly in the box, and without being unfolded, it looked just like an upper-layer black cloth, nothing more, unable to tell good or bad.

”I’ll go try it on.” Avery Jane took the box and walked towards the bedroom, ready to try on the dress.

Eliza Bell mumbled as she watched, ”We’re all women, why be so shy?”

Charlotte Miller laughed and said, ”Eliza, that’s your sister’s unique charm. Perhaps men all prefer shy women like her.”

Not just men; even as a woman, she couldn’t help but be amazed by Avery Jane’s beauty.

Once Avery Jane had changed into the dress, both Charlotte and Eliza were a bit stunned. The box was indeed beautiful, but the dress more profoundly demonstrated a designer’s greatness.

The extremely thin black straps revealed large, perfect back lines to the fullest. The smooth black taffeta highlighted the gleaming, jade-like skin, almost criminally enticing. The exposed back reached all the way to the dimples of her waist, like sexy dimples that made one want to kneel in worship...

Avery Jane’s waist dimples were really sexy.

Charlotte herself had them too, but it seemed like Avery Jane’s were even more beautiful.

She remembered reading in a book that in the world of art, the dimples on the waist are called ”sacred dimples,” marking the ideal figure for a model.

Women with waist dimples are rare. It’s said they make up only three percent of all women.

In Western mythology, if the back and the eyes are both called windows to the inner beauty, then it is the beautiful eyes of a woman’s waist. With these eyes, the Goddess Beauty would descend!

Today, they truly witnessed the descent of the Goddess Beauty.

Though the dress was made of ordinary taffeta material, its texture was exceptionally good. The wide skirt, like a black poppy flower, was filled with mysterious allure.

Even if it wasn’t a completely form-fitting dress, it could outline the wearer’s figure to the utmost. Despite the large areas of exposure, it appeared noble and elegant.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Avery Jane realized that Beckett Wright could indeed create what she wanted.

A month ago, she had called her designer friend Beckett Wright, asking him to design the sexiest, most eye-catching, most distracting dress.

Beckett asked what kind of man she wanted to attract, and she simply told him a man sitting across from her. Beckett laughed softly on the phone and said, ”Then let’s make the boldest backless dress.”

Avery Jane remembered asking Beckett then why not design a low-cut dress since they would be sitting face to face. Beckett said because the man sitting across from her would surely be itching to see what her back looked like.