Chapter 312 Monkeys

There were only two players left at the poker table, each with one million in chips. 

The stakes were higher than money—it was a battle of egos, with everything on the line.

The dealer shuffled the deck and dealt the flop: two 9s and a 10 of hearts. 

Both players glanced at their cards.

"All in," Mr. Adams declared without hesitation, pushing his entire stack forward with a triumphant smirk. 

His hand was strong—two 9s and a deuce, giving him four of a kind. Victory, to him, was inevitable.

Ross glanced down at his hand: a 3 and a 4 offsuit. The worst possible combination. 

For a moment, he remained silent, his expression unreadable.

The dealer, meanwhile, was struggling to keep a straight face. 

He'd been in this situation countless times before and knew the game was rigged. 

Every hand he dealt was carefully orchestrated to ensure Mr. Adams always won.