BookToReadChapter 253 Henry's expression darkened instantly. There was a limit to what he could tolerate.
He wasn't about to let this brat slide for ridiculing him.
With a cold snort, he waved at Atticus and ordered, "This is a check for six million dollars. Getmy chips." Atticus' eyes lit up. Nodding eagerly, he responded, "Right away, Mr. Yates." Ambrose chewed his gum, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. "Old man, did you just cash out your entire pension? If you're broke, I'd advise you to sit this one out. You can't afford to play with me." Leaning back in his chair, he snapped his fingers. Immediately, a gorgeous woman appeared from behind, stepping up to massage his shoulders.
Henry's forehead bulged with veins as his glare sharpened. "Dude, don't get too cocky! You won't even know how you lost by the tI'm done with you." All these years in the casino, no one had dared to provoke him like this. This brat had no idea what he was getting into! Ambrose shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, I'm so scared!" His tone was dripping with mockery, pushing Henry's patience to its limit.
Henry couldn't stand it anymore. He was going to crush this arrogant punk right here and now. "Start now!" he barked.
Cecilia instinctively glanced at Atticus, who gave her a subtle nod.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUnderstanding instantly, she put on a professional smile and began shuffling the deck. Her hands moved swiftly, the cards a blur as they slipped between her fingers.
Henry always preferred having Cecilia deal for him-not just because she was easy on the eyes but because her card-dealing skills were impeccable. Under her hands, he had won plenty of money.
Ambrose sat there, watching Henry with an unyielding stare. The tension between them was palpable.
Cecilia dealt the cards.
Despite all his years in the casino, Henry had never gambled this big before. His expression remained composed, but his fingers trembled slightly as he picked up his hand. Even Atticus noticed his unease.
Henry slowly lifted the corner of the first card-a spade.
Then, the second and the third-all spades.
Relief washed over him, and he straightened up in his chair.
Without hesitation, he pushed all the chips Atticus had just brought him onto the table. His expression was arrogant as he declared, "I'm all in." His bold move drew the attention of the entire room.
Atticus, visibly nervous, urged, "Mr. Yates, you need to stay calm." Henry shot him a sharp look. "Mind your own business. Get lost!" Ambrose, unfazed after checking his own hand, shoved his entire stake forward. "I'm all in too." The stakes had skyrocketed.
Over ten million dollars was on the table.
Henry's excitement soared. If he won, he would walk away with everything.
He was out of chips again, but instead of hesitating, he pulled out another check and handed it to Atticus. "Getmy chips." Atticus nearly went weak in the knees when he saw the number written on the check. Still, excitement flickered in his eyes.
Ambrose, showing no fear, did the same.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn mere moments, both sides had stacks of chips towering in front of them.
Ambrose casually placed a million dollars on the table, then looked at Henry with a taunting smile. "One million dollars. How many rounds can your pension last against me?"
Every the called Henry's money "pension", it stoked the flames of rage. Henry's expression darkened. With a wave of his hand, he snapped, "Call." The staff in the private room were sweating nervously. The stakes had grown absurdly high. Both men continued raising the bet, treating the chips as if they were nothing but numbers.
Henry stared at the remaining chips on the table. Clenching his jaw, he made a decision, "I'll put in another five million dollars. Givemy chips."
But Ambrose wagged a finger at him. "Old man, you should know better. If you wantto reveal my hand, your bet has to be higher than what's on the table. That's the rule." His gaze was filled with mockery.
Sweat began to bead on Henry's forehead.
The current pot had already reached ten million dollars.
If he wanted to see the showdown, he needed to match it with another ten million dollars. But his hand was all spades. If he revealed his cards, it would be a guaranteed win.
Yet that was ten million dollars.
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