Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin)

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 game is between Mr. Lancaster and Mr. Yates. Let the match begin."

All eyes turned to her as she spoke.

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

hostility palpable as if they were ready to tear each other

first round, Henry held a straight flush. Unsurprisingly,

his expression twisted in frustration. He pushed his feet off the table, rolled up his sleeves, and growled. "Again! No

with an intense

chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the growing pile of chips. "Dude, you're out of

he had faced plenty of reckless rich kids. They were all new money and desperate to prove themselves. In the end, they all

put this one in his

voice sharp, "Don't celebrate

dealing the cards, both players picked up their hands, barely

with madness, shoved all

dollars for a single bet was rare, even in this

pushed forward his own chips-a million dollars worth. Leaning in, he smirked. "My advice? Quit while you

mess with someone's head, at least

contempt for each other

straight flush. As expected, Ambrose lost once again. He slumped in his chair as if the

hand had been strong, so why had this old man beaten him twice in

grinned maniacally at the massive pile of chips

out to be spectacular. Not