The stakes doubled to 10@ million for the next round, sparking curiosity about her financial resilience.
With a casual beckon, Hannah signaled the man behind her, who promptly supplied her with another 100 million chips.
“Fascinating.
Proceed,” she declared.
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Following a relentless series of eight games, Hannah’s luck seemed to have deserted her. She had eight losses in a row.
Henry’s riches grew by three billion.
It was a figure that even the affluent would hesitate to gamble.
The initial shock of the onlookers gradually gave way to numbness…
Yet, the question lingered. What was the identity of the woman beneath the rabbit mask?
As Henry reveled in his triumph of the ninth round, he felt an invincible streak of luck coursing through the evening.
Henry, swollen with pride, taunted Hannah.
“It’s rare to see a lady remain at the gambling table after such losses. I must concede that you are quite wealthy, but these riches now belong to me! Lovely lady, be warned. If you lose the final round, you will belong to me!”
Hannah ceased all banter. With a swift motion, she shook and slammed her cup down, locking eyes with Henry. She retorted coldly, “Let me remind you. Should you lose the final round, you’ll be indebted to me by six billion.”
Laughter echoed around them.
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This time, not just Henry’s men but also the onlookers at the table joined in the laughter.
A voice from the crowd jeered, “Enough with the act. After nine straight losses, it’s clear you’ve got no clue. Boasting, nonetheless!”
Another advised, “There goes six billion! Better quit while you could still afford. Your pride’s already gone, and with that mask, who can even see your shame?”
Henry’s group exchanged smirks, taunting Hannah.
“Fail to honor your word, and you won’t be leaving through that door.”
From across the table, Henry flashed a grin at Hannah.
“You need not gamble any further. I’m three billion up now. Spend a night with me, and I’ll let you off the hook this time.”
As they all anticipated her surrender, Hannah shook her head.
“I apologize, but I don’t fold mid-game. My cup’s set. Please roll your dice.”
At her defiance, Henry’s amusement faded to a steely glare.