The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 750

The dealer revealed the flop. Marico confidently threw in a stack of chips, and Charley smoothly called, followed by the guy next to him.

Theodore glanced at Linda, who quickly whispered, “They've been trapping him by floating his bets and raising on the turn.”

Marico didn't hit anything on the flop, but the turn card gave him exactly what he needed. Just as he was reveling in his perceived dominance, he pushed a massive bet forward, only for the player next to him to instantly re-raise.

The other three players aggressively raised and called, trapping him in a massive pot. Before long, Marico's smile completely vanished.

When the river card was dealt, Marico hesitantly checked, only for Charley to shove all-in and reveal a monster hand.

“Damn it!” Marico was so furious he practically flipped the poker table. “I refuse to believe I'm this cursed! Keep playing!”

To keep playing, he had to sign another IOU. Marico scribbled his name for the three winners, not even glancing at the numbers, treating the paper as if it were a blank napkin.

Linda quickly did the math and realized he had just lost another three million in a single hand.

Aside from Charley, the other two tried to persuade Marico to walk away, but Marico was seeing red. He threatened to break the legs of anyone who dared to leave the table.

“Mr. Stapleton, you hear him, right? We aren't the ones forcing the game, Marico is. Don't just sit there brooding, you should try talking some sense into him.”

Theodore cast a sidelong glance at Charley. His lips twitched into a faint smirk, but he didn't say a word.

They started the next hand. Theodore stepped out for a moment to make a phone call. Shortly after, the young men standing behind Charley walked out one by one to answer their own phones, and none of them returned.

At first, the three players didn't think much of it, but soon they realized something was very wrong.

This time, Marico's pocket cards were incredibly strong again. However, unlike the previous rounds where he was mercilessly squeezed by the coordinated raises of the other three, this time the betting was surprisingly passive. As the final community card hit the felt, his chest tightened with anticipation. When the player next to him checked, Marico couldn't believe his luck before he slammed his hand down on the table.

“I—I win!”

Charley's face turned completely ashen. He shot a look at the butler near the door. The butler stepped out for a moment, then scurried back to whisper something in Charley's ear. The color completely drained from Charley's face.

“Since you're at my table, the loser sets the rules.”

“But we really can't keep our eyes open.”

“Heh. Did you think I didn't know about those little parlor tricks you were pulling behind my back?”

The moment he said that, the three men froze. They desperately wanted to ask him: if he knew, why the hell did he keep playing with them?

In unison, the three of them looked over at Theodore. But he was just leaning back on the sofa, his eyes closed in quiet repose, seemingly completely disinterested in the poker game.

Yet, his presence alone was like an immovable mountain.

None of them dared to pull another dirty trick.