Chapter 167
Chapter 167:
Yelena’s expression didn’t waver, her voice slicing through the tension with chilling precision. “I’m not interested in your offer,” she said, her tone sharp and unyielding. “Let him go. I’m not known for my patience p>
Jacob’s men stiffened, their disbelief quickly turning into irritation.
One of them, a wiry man with a mocking smirk, stepped closer. “Who do you think you are, sweetheart? Too good for our boss? What’s so special about this boy anyway p>
Brody scowled, his tone sharp with irritation. “She is my boss, not my girlfriend. And let me give you some advice—don’t mess with her. She’s not someone you want to cross p>
Brody wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things, and he genuinely hoped these thugs would take the warning seriously. Provoking Yelena never ended well for anyone.
But his words only earned mocking laughter from Jacob’s lackeys. “You, moron! Are you serious? You brought a little girl in here as backup? What a pathetic joke p>
Jacob joined in with a cold chuckle. “You want to take your friend and leave? Fine. But first, you’ll need to lose a few million dollars p>
It was clear Jacob and his crew had sized up Brody as a naive, wealthy target. His luxury watch, immaculate attire, and unfamiliarity with their world marked him as an easy mark.
They’d been running low on cash lately, and Brody looked like the perfect payday.
Yelena’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of cold anger flashing across her face. These men had no intention of letting Brody go without bleeding him dry.
Her gaze shifted to the pile of chips in front of Jacob. Her tone was calm, almost casual, as she said, “He doesn’t know how to play cards, so I’ll play for him. That way, you won’t be disappointed. Win or lose, it’s all the same p>
Her steady gaze locked onto Jacob’s, unwavering and as cold as steel. Her words left no room for negotiation, making it clear she wasn’t joking.
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Jacob arched a brow, caught off guard for a moment before he laughed, a hint of ridicule in his voice. “Interesting. Are you even old enough to gamble? You think you can handle the consequences p>
Yelena stood her ground, her icy calmness unnerving him more than he cared to admit.
“Age is irrelevant,” Yelena said, her tone cutting through the air like ice. “In gambling, there are only winners and losers. The rest is just noise. If you’re serious, let’s play—no drama, no games p>
“You’ve got some nerve. I’ll give you that. Fine. If you win, you take the money and leave. But if you lose…” Jacob’s voice dipped, his words oozing sleazy confidence. “You’ll stay here with me. No running, no excuses.” His eyes traveled over Yelena, lingering in a way that made his intentions clear. He licked his lips, his smile curling into something that spoke of smug assurance.
Her cold demeanor only seemed to heighten his fascination. She wasn’t like the others—her poise, her fearlessness, it intrigued him. And yet, it infuriated him too.
Her piercing gaze locked onto Jacob. Whatever game he thought he was playing, by the time Yelena was done, he wouldn’t just regret his words—he’d regret ever thinking she was someone he could toy with.
Yelena gave a sharp nod, her expression icy and composed. “No problem p>
Brody leaned back, observing the crowd that had gathered with quiet amusement. He spared them a mental moment of pity—they had no idea what they were about to witness.
As for Jacob, his hubris had led him straight into Yelena’s path.
Texas Hold’em was, at its heart, a straightforward game. With fifty-two cards in the deck, every player started with two hole cards, followed by the community cards dealt in stages.