Chapter 490: Desperate Times, Desperate Measures

At that moment, Mabel Scurr's body trembled, then sank into the chair behind her. Her clothes were drenched with sweat. They won! Solomon Santee had won! Having been in a state of extreme tension, Mabel felt utterly drained, and she slumped into the chair. She looked at Solomon, took a deep breath, and murmured, "You really are the best..." Mabel muttered to herself, then turned to glance at Ambrose Lyson beside her. Ambrose, typically cold and commanding, had her body still tense, her hands tightly...