Chapter 171
Chapter 171:
Did she have a pair of Aces? A King-high straight? Or was she simply bluffing?
Either way, her hand must be incredible to warrant such a bold gamble—or at least, that was what everyone assumed.
The psychological pressure was overwhelming.
Jacob, despite his years of experience, looked visibly tense. His lips pressed into a tight line, his gaze flicking nervously between his cards and the massive pile of chips in the center. He had already forced himself to bet five hundred thousand earlier, and the stakes had only grown.
If he matched Yelena’s all-in, it would mean risking two million—an amount that would sting even for someone like him. But folding would mean losing the eight hundred thousand already on the table.
Either way, the situation was grim.
Caught in a dilemma, Jacob glanced at Yelena, hoping to find a crack in her facade, some clue that she was bluffing. But Yelena was unreadable, her calm demeanor and steady gaze exuding confidence.
Jacob replayed her earlier behavior in his mind. Every move she’d made seemed deliberate. She folded at the right time, avoiding unnecessary losses, and now she was betting aggressively, as though she knew she couldn’t lose.
“What’s the matter? Are you in or not? Or are you too scared?” Her taunt cut through the room like a blade, drawing the attention of the onlookers.
Jacob’s jaw tightened. He had never faced someone like Yelena—someone so unpredictable, so unshakable.
After a long pause, Jacob exhaled sharply and tossed his cards onto the table. “I fold,” he said begrudgingly, his voice tinged with frustration.
Damn! When he’d had a strong hand earlier, Yelena folded instantly, denying him the chance to profit.
And now, when his hand was mediocre, she had gone all in, forcing him to retreat.
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Jacob was seething with frustration but knew he had no choice.
With so many eyes on him, cheating wasn’t an option.
It didn’t matter, though—he convinced himself this was a fluke.
Yelena had simply gotten lucky.
He would dominate the next round and reclaim his losses. As Jacob folded, Yelena calmly reached forward, sweeping the pile of chips in the center of the table toward her.
She had won.
Her expression remained calm and composed, devoid of any celebratory flair, as though this outcome had been inevitable.
She took over a million chips in a single round.
The spectators couldn’t contain their curiosity. “What cards did you have p>
The question echoed across the room, even reaching Jacob, who was itching to know what had defeated him.
His chest burned with frustration; watching Yelena take the chips felt like losing a part of himself.
If he was going to suffer a loss this humiliating, he needed to see the hand that had bested him.
Yelena glanced at the crowd and offered a faint, knowing smile. Without a word, she tossed her cards face-up onto the table.
The entire room craned their necks, eager to glimpse her supposedly remarkable hand. And then, as the cards came into focus, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd.