Chapter 169:

Everyone expected Yelena to follow this time, but once again, she folded without hesitation, leaving the rest of the table groaning in frustration.

Jacob, however, managed to snag a win from his associate’s pot, though Yelena’s chips remained untouched.

Irritated by her constant retreats, Jacob finally turned to her with a pointed question. “Do you even know what you’re doing? You keep folding—are you here to play or what?”

Jacob’s tone was a mix of annoyance and disbelief, his patience running on fumes.

Yelena, unfazed, flipped her hole cards onto the table with a calm smirk. “What’s the problem? Look—King of Hearts, Queen of Spades. Not a pair, not suited. Who in their right mind would follow with that? My money doesn’t grow on trees.”

She said it so confidently, so matter-of-factly, that for a moment the table was stunned into silence.

“Not good enough? For real?” Maybe she truly didn’t understand the game, being so cautious and timid. It was a letdown.

Yelena, however, looked completely unbothered as she replied innocently, “I’ll only follow if I have good cards. I’m not stupid.”

Her words sounded logical enough, but the way the others stared at her suggested otherwise.

Who in their right mind laid out their strategy so openly? Now, everyone at the table assumed she was an open book—easy to predict and even easier to outplay.

But Yelena didn’t seem to care. Her focus remained solely on her cards, unfazed by the whispers or the disapproving glances. The game moved on to the third round.

This time, Jacob kicked things off with a bold bet of one hundred thousand. His two associates, eager to keep the momentum going, matched his wager without hesitation. They figured Yelena would fold again, spooked by the growing stakes.

Patience was wearing thin across the table. Most of the players were distracted, their energy fizzling out.

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Then it was Yelena’s turn.

She took her time, carefully checking her hole cards. The moment she saw them, a flicker of excitement crossed her face. And then, to everyone’s shock, she shoved forward a stack of chips worth two hundred thousand without hesitation.

The table fell silent. Yelena, the timid chip-hoarder, not only stayed in but doubled the bet?

Jacob immediately sat up straighter, his casual demeanor vanishing as he gently pushed aside the woman who had been leaning against him.

It was time to focus.

Yelena had to have something strong to make a move like that. Jacob knew better than to take any chances now.

He glanced at his cards—a pair of Jacks, a solid and promising hand.

Confidence swelled in him.

His luck had been running high today, and he wasn’t about to let this slip away.

With a measured grin, Jacob pushed his own stack forward, matching Yelena’s two hundred thousand.

Jacob gave a subtle signal to his two associates, and without…

Without missing a beat, they matched the two hundred thousand. Surely, the three of them could outplay one inexperienced girl, right?

This wasn’t their first rodeo—they often worked as a team to rake in the chips. They figured their combined effort would intimidate Yelena into folding yet again.

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