Chapter 718:
The thought struck Bleacher like a bolt from the blue. He couldn’t help but imagine a dramatic tale unfolding, one where his boss and Nate found themselves at odds over a woman—a fierce rivalry with all the trappings of a love triangle.
“What do you think, Bleacher? Will she win or lose this round?” Hell’s languid voice pulled him from his thoughts.
Snapping back to reality, Bleacher glanced at the monitor displaying Corrine’s hand.
A ten and a nine.
She was a mere whisker away from disaster. If she took another card, she was almost certain to lose.
Her opponent, Larry, had two tens—just one more point than Corrine.
“I guess… she’ll lose,” Bleacher muttered, his words hanging in the air with uncertainty.
Hell chuckled, a sound like soft thunder, and a knowing smile played at the corners of his lips. “She’s no ordinary woman.”
As the words left his mouth, the dealer’s voice came through the monitor, asking, “Miss Holland, would you like another card?”
Corrine’s fingers, delicate and poised, tapped a rhythmic pattern on the table. She lifted her eyes, meeting the dealer’s gaze with a slight tilt of her head.
“Hit me.”
The words fell from her lips like a challenge, and across the table, Larry felt a cold shiver run down his spine. A sense of dread settled over him as he locked his eyes on Corrine.
The final card arrived, and the moment of truth was upon them. The once-boisterous casino hall fell into an eerie silence. Every breath was held, every gaze fixed, as the room awaited the outcome of Corrine’s gamble.
Larry was the first to reveal his hand.
𝖀𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲𝗅𝘀․𝗰𝗈𝗺
Two tens—twenty points, a solid total. It was good, but not unbeatable. To triumph, Corrine needed a perfect score of twenty-one.
The tension in the room was palpable, everyone silently rooting for or against her.
Slowly, Corrine turned over her cards.
The first: a ten. The second: a nine. The third: a two.
Exactly twenty-one points.
The silence shattered like glass, and the room erupted into a collective gasp.
“Who would’ve thought she’d get so lucky?” someone murmured in disbelief.
“Her nerve is something to be admired,” another voice added, filled with awe.
With a total of nineteen from her first two cards, most would have faltered. Few would dare risk the final card, gambling away everything on the turn of a single card.
But Corrine had done the unthinkable.
Larry, realizing his defeat, slammed his fist onto the table, his face turning crimson with fury. “Damn it! How dare you cheat right under my nose! Do you even know who I am?”
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