Chapter 644
Chapter 644:
“Since when does having more cards spell defeat?” He began to turn over the cards on the table effortlessly, as though he could sense their value through his fingertips.
With each card Ashton revealed, the onlookers, who had written him off as a loser, gasped in astonishment. Alisha was taken aback as Ashton revealed a perfect straight flush from the ace to the six of spades.
“A perfect straight flush! I’ve been playing for years, and I’ve never witnessed such a hand. It tops even a pair of kings with an ace of spades, doesn’t it?” one of the onlookers exclaimed.
“Exactly, and it’s certainly more impressive than Antoni’s usual wins at blackjack,” another chimed in. The casino erupted into a frenzy of excitement.
Ashton had miraculously turned the odds against his rival, securing a staggering win of three million three hundred thousand from the renowned casino king, Antoni!
Disbelief widened Antoni’s eyes as he stared at Ashton’s flawless hand.
“That can’t be! How could anyone pull off such a hand?” Antoni grumbled under his breath.
Only then did he realize Ashton’s previously agitated state had been replaced by a subtly mocking grin.
It was now Antoni’s turn to be overcome with anger. He slammed his fist on the table, pointed directly at Ashton, and bellowed, “You’ve been cheating right under my…”
Ashton feigned innocence, taunting Antoni with the same scorn Antoni had previously directed at him.
“What was that line again? Oh, yes, could it be that you’re just sore from losing? It’s fine when I lose but unacceptable when I win?”
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Antoni’s eyes blazed with fury as he realized he had squandered three million three hundred thousand in a single game!
Antoni’s voice cracked with desperation. “No, I cannot tolerate this! I demand another round! I own two houses. I’ll mortgage them for three million. I must recover my losses!”
Ashton shook his head, his expression one of contempt. “I don’t have the time to wait around for you. You’re broke now, no longer in my league. Let’s end this here.” Just as Ashton was about to exit the casino with Alisha, a figure burst through the crowd, arriving at Antoni’s side, halting Ashton’s departure.
“Wait, don’t be so hasty. He might be out of cash, but I’m loaded!”
Ashton stopped, turned around, and a sly smile played across his face. “Oh? Someone’s stepping in to back him up? This is getting interesting, especially coming from you.”
The newcomer, placing a supportive hand on Antoni’s shoulder, the very individual who had stopped Ashton, was none other than Red Jack—the exact person Ashton had been seeking in the casino.
The moment Antoni heard that someone was willing to bankroll his continued high-stakes gamble against Ashton, his face drained of color, and his body trembled as though it had been struck by a chill wind.
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