Chapter 232
Chapter 232:
Rylie chuckled and pressed her hand over the pile. “Why the hurry? Aren’t there still two cards left?”
Silver Snake laughed, brimming with arrogance. “You don’t have that kind of luck.”
“Is that so?” Her slender fingers flipped the next card: King of Clubs.
“A straight?” Silver Snake sneered. “That’s nothing against three of a kind.”
Rylie tapped the table, her nails clicking against the wood. “Dealer, flip the final card.”
The room went still, every breath held in suspense.
The last card was turned over — King of Clubs.
“Royal Flush!” the dealer cried, his voice breaking the silence. “Another Royal Flush tonight! What unbelievable luck! A comeback against all odds!”
Silver Snake’s grin froze, and he jumped to his feet. “Impossible! When did you cheat?”
Rylie tilted her head, an innocent smile on her face. “Cheat? I barely know how to play cards. How could I possibly trick you, Silver Snake?”
“You cheated!” His roar ripped through the casino. His calm mask shattered as he flipped the gambling table over, sending chips flying across the floor. “Check the cards! Check every single one!” he yelled at his men, his voice cracking. “That woman definitely tampered with them!”
Every chip Rylie had lost earlier was now hers again, and she had cleaned out Silver Snake’s pockets.
The payout, multiplied five times, stacked up to a staggering total of three hundred million.
Silver Snake’s face drained of color. He didn’t have anywhere near that kind of money. His reputation in this casino came from his shady alliance with the owner of Crolens, who thrived on high-stakes games.
He would lure gamblers in, cheat them openly, and split the profits with the casino’s owner.
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Now, stripped of that money, he had no way to pay. Even if his backers bailed him out, the price would be unbearable.
Before he could demand a card check, security guards marched out of the private rooms and stopped the chaos.
The tattooed guard in charge turned to Rylie. “According to the rules, the winner takes everything. Miss, the full three hundred million is yours. Also, the boss is treating tonight. Drinks are free for everyone. Enjoy!”
The sudden twist left the gamblers speechless. Tessa, who had just insulted Rylie, stood frozen. Phillip, equally stunned, turned on his mother. “Mom! Look at what you did! Why did you mouth off like that? How are we going to pull together enough money to pay the debt now?”
Regret washed over Tessa’s face. “Whatever happens, Rylie will help you out of this. I’ll apologize to her if I must.”
When the crowd glanced at Rylie again, the sharp-eyed ones noticed the change. Her spoiled, haughty look was gone. What remained was a calm confidence, like someone who always had control.
Only then did they realize she had been pretending to be clueless in order to beat them at their own game.