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.
