Chapter 641

Chapter 641:

This spectacle was all too familiar to Antoni, who had years of experience in the shadowy realms of illegal gambling.

For Antoni, such outbursts were almost routine. He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, his hands outspread in a gesture of innocence.

“The cards were dealt by someone else. I never even touched them, so cheating’s out of the question. Remember when I lost to you earlier? I didn’t accuse you of cheating then. Could it be you’re just sore from losing?” As Antoni’s words sank in, a visible shift occurred in Ashton’s demeanor, as though the remarks had struck a chord.

Seizing the moment to needle him further, Antoni taunted, “You were all high and mighty a moment ago, and now look at you. Got any money left? If not, I might as well head out.”

This jibe seemed to electrify Ashton, who hastily interjected, “Hold on, hold on. I’ve still got some cash. Let me gather it, and we can keep this going!”

With hurried motions, Ashton retrieved his phone, punching in numbers and conversing in hushed tones.

After several calls, he managed to muster enough funds, laying down a stack of chips amounting to a hundred thousand dollars on the table.

The smile vanished from Ashton’s face, leaving behind a grim expression as if he were confronting an archnemesis.

“Fine, I’m back in the game. Let’s keep going,” Ashton declared, his voice taut with determination. “This time, we’ll draw the cards ourselves. No need for a dealer.”

Antoni’s eyebrow quirked up in response, his demeanor cool. “As you wish. Makes no difference to me.” Yet, beneath his indifferent facade, Antoni was secretly thrilled. Ashton’s demeanor was all too familiar—akin to the countless naive newcomers Antoni had outwitted before.

Ashton had stepped right into the snare Antoni had meticulously laid out. Now, all that remained was to coax him deeper into a predicament he couldn’t escape.

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With his plan firmly in mind, Antoni executed his strategy over the next several rounds. Purposefully, Antoni let a few games slip through his fingers, allowing Ashton to reclaim nearly all the money he had previously lost.

When Ashton clasped his regained wealth, his smile reemerged—a sight Antoni had been anticipating.

Antoni’s intention was clear—to instill a false confidence in Ashton, convincing him of a potential victory only to later unveil his own true scheme.

In the subsequent three rounds, Antoni unveiled a flawless hand of 21 points each time. Even in one instance where Ashton matched his points, Ashton still came up short—Ashton’s lowest card had higher points. Antoni swiftly swept away the almost two hundred thousand in chips that were once in front of Ashton.

Alisha, not fully versed in the intricacies of card games, recognized that Antoni now possessed all the chips, symbolic of a substantial monetary win.

Ashton’s face betrayed his frustration.

Unsure of Ashton’s next move and distressed by his potential downfall, Alisha reached out to grasp his hand, her voice laden with concern.

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