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Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin)

Chapter 252
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Chapter 252 Henry smirked in disdain. "Hey you, don't get cocky." In this casino, he had always been invincible. No matter how arrogant his opponents were, they all ended up losing to him.

Ambrose chewing gum lazily, rolled his eyes at Henry without the slightest respect, and walked straight toward the gambling table.

Henry's temper flared instantly. His fingers clenched into a fist, cracking audibly. Tonight, he was going to make this brat pay for his arrogance! Ambrose sat down with his arms crossed and feet propped up on the table, his posture oozing with contempt. "What's the holdup, old man? Scared you'll lose to me?" Henry's expression darkened with anger. "Just don't start crying when you lose." Shoving Cecilia aside, he sat down across from Ambrose, his sharp gaze locking on him like a hunter eyeing his prey.

Atticus shot a subtle glance at Cecilia, who immediately caught on and stepped forward with a polished smile. "Tonight's gis between Mr. Lancaster and Mr. Yates. Let the match begin." All eyes turned to her as she spoke.

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As one of the most experienced dealers in the casino, Cecilia handled the cards with an effortless elegance, her movements swift and precise.

Henry and Ambrose glared at each other, their hostility palpable as if they were ready to tear each other apart. For the first round, Henry held a straight flush. Unsurprisingly, Ambrose lost.

When Ambrose saw Henry's hand, he froze, momentarily stunned. Then, his expression twisted in frustration. He pushed his feet off the table, rolled up his sleeves, and growled. "Again! No way I'm losing twice." His eyes burned with an intense fury.

Henry, grinning smugly, leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the growing pile of chips. "Dude, you're out of your league." Over the past two years, he had faced plenty of reckless rich kids. They were all new money and desperate to prove themselves. In the end, they all lost.

Tonight, he would put this one in his place too.

Ambrose sneered, his voice sharp, "Don't celebrate too early." The second round began. When Cecilia finished dealing the cards, both players picked up their hands, barely able to contain their excitement.

Ambrose, whose eyes flashing with madness, shoved all his chips forward. "I'm going all in." Eight hundred thousand dollars for a single bet was rare, even in this casino.

Henry's eyes glowed with greed. He pushed forward his own chips-a million dollars worth. Leaning in, he smirked. "My advice? Quit while you still can." Ambrose scoffed, amused. "If you want to mess with someone's head, at least do it when they have a weak hand." Their contempt for each other was close.

When both hands were revealed, Henry had another straight flush. As expected, Ambrose lost once again. He slumped in his chair as if the world had collapsed around him.

How could this happen? His hand had been strong, so why had this old man beaten him twice in a row? Henry grinned maniacally at the massive pile of chips before him.

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Tonight was turning out to be spectacular. Not only had he found the perfect fool to fleece, but his luck was unreal. Two straight flushes in a row! Staring down at Ambrose, he sneered, "Want to keep playing? If not, get lost!" Moments ago, this brat had been all arrogance. Now? He had been crushed beneath Henry's heel.

It felt good.

Ambrose lifted his gaze, hatred burning in his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he growled. "Of course, I'm playing!"

He gestured for Atticus and, without hesitation, scribbled a number onto a check. "Five million dollars. If we're playing, we're playing big. No way I'm losing to this old man." Fifty million dollars! The number made Henry's heart jolt.

He cto the casino for entertainment and would drop one or two million dollars at most. He had never wagered more than two million dollars in a single bet.

Now, this was five million dollars they were talking about.

Ambrose, sensing Henry's hesitation, smirked. "What's wrong old mah? Losing your nerve already?"