Sophia Sullivan's lips curved slightly as she remarked with calm detachment, "Just average."
Her fingertips tapped lightly against the table. "Better than last time."
Before the words fully settled, she pushed forward a portion of her chips.
Amy matched the bet without hesitation.
When the three community cards were revealed, Sophia's gaze flicked toward Jessica.
The woman dressed like Harley Quinn couldn't suppress the smirk tugging at her lips.
Amy clearly held a strong hand.
Sophia remained expressionless, shoving a massive pile of chips forward. "Raise—10 million."
The pot instantly swelled past 30 million.
Sophia feigned excitement, while Amy's brows furrowed slightly.
She's bluffing.
Amy narrowed her eyes. "Call."
The fifth community card was dealt.
Amy inhaled deeply, flattening her palms against the table.
She held a pair of Kings, with the board completing three Kings and a pair of 3s.
A formidable hand—but not unbeatable.
Pushing 20 million into the pot, she lifted her gaze to Sophia.
"Still in?" Her tone was breezy.
This was a battle of wits.
Sophia's expression grew tense as she repeatedly checked her hole cards. "Let me think..."
Spectators began murmuring about her possible holdings.
Though a novice, her crushing defeat last round should've taught her caution.
If she hadn't folded yet, did she hold the nuts?
Amid the speculation, Sophia suddenly shoved most of her remaining chips forward.
"Raise—80 million!"
The crowd erupted.
Gamblers craned their necks as someone gasped, "She's betting her entire fortune!"
Amy stiffened.
80 million wasn't catastrophic, but calling would push the pot toward 200 million.
Watching Sophia's confident demeanor, doubt crept in.
For this amateur to go all-in, she must have an unbeatable hand.
Call and risk ruin, or fold to minimize losses?
Amy gritted her teeth and tossed her cards into the muck.
"Fold!"
Her two Kings lay exposed.
A wave of whispers swept through the room.
"What does Crimson Serpent have?"
"A straight flush?"
"Must be the nuts!"
All eyes locked onto the table.
Liam Winston held his breath.
What legendary hand justified betting 80 million?
Sophia flipped her cards with a graceful turn of her wrist.
A Three of Hearts.
A Nine of Diamonds.
The room exploded.
"That's it?!"
"Her high card was just the Jack on the board, and she beat Amy's Kings?!"
"Incredible! If Amy hadn't folded, Crimson Serpent would've lost 200 million!"
Amy's pupils constricted. "You—"
Her lazy composure shattered as she stared at Sophia in disbelief.
The earlier tension had vanished from Sophia's face, replaced by serene amusement.
"Decent hand," she murmured.
Amy's fingers trembled.
Well played.
She'd been completely outmaneuvered.