She Chose Him Now She Wants Me Back novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468

Zachary hesitated, then pushed another 1,000,000 into the pot. An ace ranked highest in a pair, and he refused to waste a hand like this.

“Just 1,000,000?” the purple–haired man asked, glancing around the table with feigned uncertainty.

Benedict seized the moment to light a cigarette and gave him a subtle nod.

Reassured, the purple–haired man shoved in 5,000,000 and sneered, “I’m going all the way to the final round.”

Dominic showed no hesitation and added another 1,000,000.

Unease crept over Zachary. Being pulled along like this put him in a tight spot. He had already committed more than 2,000,000 in chips, so folding was no longer an option.

He matched the bet.

In the blink of an eye, three rounds passed.

“Dominic, I’ll see you,” Zachary said coldly.

Dominic laid down his cards.

Zachary studied them, then tossed his own onto the table. “You win.”

Lydia burst out laughing from the sidelines. “Haha! Fool, you’re going to lose!”

The purple–haired man grinned. “See? I told you I’m going to the finals.”

He picked up his cards again, then frowned. “Damn! Six–high? What kind of garbage is this?”

Zachary’s expression darkened as he muttered curses under his breath.

Dominic calmly raked in the pot and smiled. “Looks like the ones who play fewer hands get all the luck.”

With that single round, he pocketed several million.

Zachary did not care much about the money, but Dominic’s win irritated him.

“The one who wins first usually loses the most later,” he said.

Dominic glanced at him without replying.

“Idiot,” Lydia muttered.

Dominic took over the deal and began distributing the cards.

From then on, he won most hands and rarely lost With Lydia as his ace in the hole, defeat was

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almost impossible.

When opponents showed strength, he folded. When they looked weak, he called.

In one round, Benedict held only queen–high and pushed in 2,000,000 in an attempted bluff.

Dominic called without hesitation.

Stunned, Benedict revealed his hand and saw Dominic’s king–high. His eyes reddened with frustration.

“You’ve got a king, and you’re calling my 2,000,000?” he demanded.

Dominic looked at him innocently. “You were bold enough to open with a queen against me. Why can’t I call with a king?”

Benedict froze, then reluctantly folded. “Damn it.”

By now, Dominic’s stack had swelled dramatically. His original 10,000,000 had grown to well over 30,000,000.

Autumn beamed and leaned close to whisper in his ear. “Dominic, you’re amazing.”

He accepted the praise with feigned modesty. “Just basic strategy. Keep it low–key.”

Lydia pouted. “It’s all thanks to me.”

Watching them whisper again, Benedict felt his patience snap. He cast a subtle glance at the purple–haired man, his eyes sharp.

The purple–haired man understood at once and gave a slight nod.

The game continued.

In a later round, Dominic checked his cards after seeing in, and his expression stilled.

Three kings.

Could his luck really be running this strong?

He calmly covered his cards and slid 5,000,000 into the pot. “Raise 5,000,000.”

“I don’t believe you get good hands every round,” Zachary said coldly.

Reality proved unforgiving. He checked his own cards: two, three, five.

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