BookToReadChapter 254 Henry gritted his teeth, hesitation flickering in his eyes.
Ambrose smirked and continued his taunts. "Old man, if you're broke, why are you even at a casino? And you think you have the right to see my hand? If you're out of money, I might as well show you out of pity." His grip on his cards tightened, but for a brief moment, a flicker of unease flashed across his eyes.
Henry caught it immediately. A surge of excitement shot through him. So, the brat didn't have a strong hand, after all! With a triumphant wave of his hand, Henry roared, "Show me!" and slammed another ten million dollars into the pot.
Ambrose's momentary panic vanished in an instant. Smiling, he stood up and casually laid his cards on the table. Straight flush-spades.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHenry's eyes widened in utter disbelief. "No, this is a trick!" He was sure the spades were in his hand! Ambrose raised his hands, his grin wide and mocking. "Con, old man. Don't be a sore loser. Why don't you check your own cards?" No, something wasn't right.
Henry fumbled with his hands, flipping the cards over in a rush-only to find one of his supposed spades had turned into a club.
How could this be? His legs gave out, and he collapsed back into his chair as he stared at the cards in shock.
Had he misread them? That was impossible! Frantically, his gaze snapped toward Cecilia, but she remained poised, standing calmly with a polite smile. She was the only one who could have tampered with the cards.
His hand trembled as he pointed at her, his voice shaking with fury. "You wretched woman! You dare to setup?" Before he could move, security guards swiftly surrounded him, cutting off any chance of retaliation.
Yet Cecilia remained composed, her tone as respectful as ever. "Mr. Yates, our casino operates with absolute integrity. Please don't tarnish our reputation with baseless accusations." Atticus stepped forward, his voice smooth. "Mr. Yates, we're simply following protocol." That single word "protocol"-shut down any argument Henry might have had, leaving him with no way out.
The casino owner had immense backing. Henry knew he couldn't afford to make an enemy of them. His vision swam, dizziness creeping in.
Ambrose picked up a single chip from the table and sneered, "Old man, if you can't afford to play, don't cout here acting tough. This place is out of your league." With that, he turned and strode toward the door.
But just as the door swung open, Henry caught sight of Frankie lounging outside with a cigar in his hand. His expression shifted instantly. Could it be Frankie Lloyd? But no-this casino had nothing to do with them.
Still, 20 million dollars was gone-just like that.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis entire body sagged, drained of all energy, as if he had aged a decade in mere minutes.
In his daze, he failed to notice that Cecilia, Atticus, and the others had quietly slipped out of the room. Only others the security guards and one person, Frankie, remained.
The door slammed shut with a force that made Henry jump. His head snapped up, and the moment he saw Frankie's eerie smile, a shudder ran down his spine. Wait... What was this? Behind Frankie, his bodyguards stood, each gripping an electric baton.
At that moment, Henry panicked. Their last conversation had ended on very bad terms.
Forcing a smile, he stammered, "M-Mr. Lloyd, do you enjoy gambling too?"
Frankie stepped forward, casually picking up a chip from the table and rolling it between his fingers. His lips Iimpetween curled into a mocking grin. "I won your money, and that makeshappy." Henry's pupils shrank. His voice quivered as he spat out, "Tonight was your setup?"
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