Chapter 172
Chapter 172:
She had nothing!
No pairs, no straights, no flushes—just five completely unrelated cards.
Her hand was abysmal, the kind most players would have discarded without hesitation.
The people had expected to see something extraordinary, a hand worthy of such a bold gamble. Instead, they were faced with the stunning realization: she had bluffed.
Jacob’s face turned red with anger and embarrassment.
“You little snake, you tricked me p>
Damn it—he had been completely fooled.
He had been so certain Yelena held a great hand, but her composure had shaken him, forcing him into folding.
Yelena turned her gaze toward him, her expression calm and unbothered. “A bet’s a bet,” she said coolly, her voice carrying just the faintest hint of amusement. “Besides, I didn’t force you into anything. You chose to fold p>
“But why did you fold earlier when you had a good hand, only to go all in with this garbage?” he asked, his voice edged with disbelief.
What kind of person had the audacity to play like that? The mental fortitude it required baffled him.
Yelena’s lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. “Well, don’t you know? Gambling is all about taking risks. That’s the real fun p>
Yelena said those words to Jacob with an easy calm, her voice steady and measured.
She believed a true gambler knew when to take risks and, more importantly, how to handle a loss without losing their cool. After all, what was the point of being cautious if you couldn’t embrace the thrill?
“You… Humph, you little rascal. I don’t believe you’ll win the next round,” Jacob snapped, his composure slipping as he seemed ready to throw it all in, his anger simmering.
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Yelena wasn’t keen on indulging him any further, but as she noticed the chips still sitting in front of him, she realized he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d lost it all.
So, with a slight nod, she replied, “Let’s wait and see p>
This would be the final round, the one that would decide it all.
Jacob’s glare burned with fury, as though he might leap across the table and consume her. But Yelena remained unshaken, her face as smooth as glass.
A few onlookers, sensing the tension and feeling sorry for Yelena, whispered, “You should take your winnings and leave. Don’t push your luck p>
“Yeah, if you keep going, you could end up losing everything you’ve got,” another added.
“Trust me, Jacob’s no pushover—he’s undefeated in this game. Don’t mess with him p>
They exchanged knowing glances, but deep down, they understood; even if Yelena wanted to walk away with her winnings, it wouldn’t be that easy.
Jacob didn’t just let people slip away once they were in his grasp.
Anyone who dared bet against him had to lose it all before they could escape his clutches.
Only newcomers, unaware of Jacob’s reputation, took the risk. And Yelena seemed to be one of them.
A silent, collective sigh passed through the crowd. “Poor girl,” they thought. “Trapped in Jacob’s web, it wouldn’t be easy for her to get out now p>
They couldn’t help but wish Yelena luck, hoping she wouldn’t end up losing too much.