Yvette sat on the couch, resting her hands to one side, and crossed her legs. She took the cup from Frankie, smirked a little, and leaned back a bit. She tapped the scattered cards on the couch with her cool fingers.
Yvette raised an eyebrow, stayed silent for a few seconds, then asked inly. How much are you betting?”
Startled, Frankie looked up, feeling a bit confused.
Sienna quickly replied, “Yve, it is Frankie who sets up the game. The cap is 150 thousand dors”
Yvette nced at the chips in front of them.
Chris had just a few chips. Sienna and Bruce had about a dozen each. Frankie had a towering stack, almost overflowing. It was clear to tell who won and who lost at a single nce.
Suddenly, Frankie’s eyes lit up, thinking, I can’t take back the courtyard house Mr. Chavez tricked me out of. But I could win a little money from Yvette: So Frankie sincerely extended an invitation.
“Yve, do you y? Want to join us?” Frankie asked
Yvette nodded and promptly joined them at the poker table. They sat around, with Frankie bringing snacks, juice, and sweets from the fridge.
In the first ten rounds, Frankie won eight times. By then, he was thrilled.
“Yve, it seems you’re not good at ying cards. If we’d known, we wouldn’t have yed for 150 thousand dors,” Frankie said.
Bruce dropped a deuce on the table without any change in expression. Then he nced at Frankie, who was already floating. on cloud nine.
Yvette propped her cheek with her hand. She was toozy to move. After taking a slow sip of her juice, she looked up at Frankie, a sly grin on her lips.
Her gaze shifted slightly. She waspletely rxed and carefree, asking Frankie, “How much do you want to y for?” Frankie thought seriously for a moment, then amidst everyone’s gaze, held up three fingers.
Yvette casually toyed with the poker cards between her pale fingers, lounging entirely on the couch.
“3 million dors? Okay,” Yvette said.
Hearing Yvette’s words, Chris paused for a moment, then quietly took out his phone to transfer 3 million dors from his bank ount.
‘I might not know how to y, but I sure know how to lose,’ Chris thought.
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Bruce and Sienna didn’t car
This amount of money was trivial to them.
Frankie had originally meant to say 300 thousand dors. He felt awkward winning too much from his friends. “Y’ve hadn’t won a single round out of ten, probably because she isn’t familiar with the game, Frankie thought.
But he didn’t expect Yvette to start with a 3 million dor bet. ‘Well, then I can’t be med for what’s gonna happen, Frankie thought
Sienna shuffled the cards again. The game changed to justparing card values. Everyone’s stakes turned to 3 million dors
In thest round, Frankie won 500 thousand dors. Bruce won 100 thousand dors. Yvette lost all 150 thousand dors.
Emmett also came down from upstairs. Serving as the dealer, after dealing five cards to everyone, he said, “ce your bets” He looked like a real dealer.
Chris, Bruce, and Sienna each nced at their cards and then tossed in a few chips.
Yvette didn’t look at her cards. Her eyes were half-closed. Her slender, fair fingers tapped lightly on the cards now and then.
Frankie nced at his cards and then looked up. He was full of confidence.
Yvette held her juice, took a sip, and spoke up unhurriedly. “Single round to decide the winner?”
Frankie had already looked at his cards. His hole cards were a straight flush up to the King. Unless Yvette had a straight flush up to the Ace, he was bound to win.
The other three folded their hands, flipping their cards face up one by one. None of them had much to brag about. The best anyone had was Bruce’s pair. Now only Yvette and Frankie’s cards were still hidden.
Frankie frowned. He didn’t reply to Yvette.
If I go all-in, there wouldn’t be a chance for aeback. I am a bit insecure. Yve might have a trick up her sleeve. But how could she be so confident if she hadn’t even looked at her cards Frankie thought.
Yvette wasn’t in a hurry either. She leisurely drank her juice, taking a moment to nce at her phone without pressuring Frankie.
Frankie hesitated for a bit. He was confident in his gambling skills and he believed that even if Yvette was a genius, she could not also have extraordinary talent in gambling.
“I’m all in. Yve, Frankie said.
Yvette’s face was serene, with her delicate eyebrows slightly arched as she lightly touched the rim of her cup with her fingers
“Okay,” Yvette responded
Noticing that both of them agreed to go all in, Emmett cleared his throat, saying, “Since both Yve and Frankie agreed, let’s decide this in one round. Who’s going to show the cards first?”
Frankie wore a confident smile as he eagerly revealed his cards. It was a straight flush to the King. That was already a very strong hand
“Yve, a straight flush. Unless you have an Ace, your 3 million dors will be gone in less than a minute. Thank you, Yve, and thanks everyone for watching,” Frankie said with a smile.
Emmett, Bruce, and Chris weren’t too surprised.
Frankie’s gambling skills were learned from the master gambler at a casino in Mysonna. He picked up about thirty percent of the skill. Winning was no surprise.
Yvette raised her eyebrows. She set down her juice. Then she slightly turned her head, speaking with a calm and steady voice, “Thank you for the 3 million dors. Sorry for your expenses today.”
Emmett was taken aback. Bruce sighed and thought, I lost another 3 million dors.
Sienna eagerly reached out and turned over Yvette’s cards one by one. It was another straight flush, clear as day. It perfectly topped Frankie’s hand. Yvette wonpletely.
Frankie was greatly frustrated. “Where’s the so-called heir to the master gambler’s legacy? Where’s the next big shot in the casino scene? Do I just lose like that? Frankie thought.
Frankie finally realized that Yvette was just ying dumb to outsmart her opponents.
Yvette shifted her posture and stood up gracefully. Her voice was cool and indifferent, saying, Tm going upstairs, you guys take your time ying.”
After speaking, she nced at Frankie, who looked thoroughly defeated and downcast, and offered him some words offort by saying, “You did pretty well.”
Frankie didn’t know how to react. Thank you. But why do I feel nofort at all?’ he thought.
The rest of the people were speechless, thinking, Yve is both casual and precise with her teasing”
The next day, in the apartment, Flying Fish was still groggy in bed when she was abruptly awakened.
The doorbell rang outside.
Flying Fish, with her face bare and hair all messy from just waking up, stomped to the door to see who dared to interrupt her beauty sleep at this time.
The door opened. Flying Fish was about to start yelling when she saw an elderly man standing there, perfectly groomed and wearing a suit.
Her eyes widened with surprise. In an instant, she quickly shut the door from inside. She knew this old man. It was Ss Walson, the dean of the medicalb in Mysonna
Why is this important figure personally visiting my apartment? Flying Fish wondered.This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.
She had previously gone undercover as a maid in Ss’s house for a week and had stolen an antique vase.
“This is a case of enemies meeting unexpectedly. If he recognizes me, given all the random poisons he has developed, I might end up dead just like Charles, Flying Fish thought.
Flying Fish suddenly paused.
“Ss Walson, Charles? Right, Boss has mentioned someone would bring the antidote today. Could that someone be Ss? Oh my God! It is Ss, the head of the top medicalb in Mysonna. He’s like a national treasure, always under Mysonna’s government protection, rarely seen by anyone.
Who exactly is Boss? How can she get Ss to personally deliver the antidote? Flying Fish thought.
She just had to ept it. To be safe, Flying Fish decided to make a call to double-check.
Flying Fish dialed Yvette’s number and cautiously asked, “Boss, do you know who’s bringing the antidote for Charles!”
Yvette had just gotten up and picked out a random white tracksuit from her closet. Holding her phone, her voice was cool and clear, asking back, “Is it Ss?”