Chapter 3: All in
Under the bright spotlight, the mountain of poker chips on the table had grown at an astonishing pace, now nearing a staggering $30 million. The sheer weight of the bet made the air in the room thick with tension, holding every spectator in breathless anticipation.
A brief silence fell over the scene. Everyone was mentally calculating possible hands, trying to predict the outcome.
Then, the dealer revealed the turn card—9 of Spades.
The atmosphere instantly ignited.
This 9 opened up the possibility of a Full House, and even hinted at the terrifying potential of Four of a Kind.
As the next round of betting commenced, the pot in the center of the table swelled into a towering stack, each chip gleaming under the lights, tempting greed like a siren's call.
Griffin took a deep breath, his fingers lightly brushing over his chips, the faint friction sound barely audible. His gaze was razor-sharp, locked onto Ethan across the table, searching for the slightest flicker of emotion.
A slow, mocking smirk curled at Griffin's lips. His voice carried a taunting edge.
"Ethan, you haven't exactly been getting great hands tonight. You really planning to hold out until the river, just to get crushed by me in the end?"
A few low chuckles rippled through the crowd, the tension teetering between amusement and suspense.
Ethan's expression remained unreadable, his face calm and composed. Without hesitation, he pushed forward a neat stack of chips, his movements crisp and effortless.