Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin)

Chapter 253

Henry's expression darkened instantly. There was a limit to what he could tolerate.

He wasn't about to let this brat slide for ridiculing him.

With a cold snort, he waved at Atticus and ordered, "This is a check for six million dollars. Get me my chips."

Atticus' eyes lit up. Nodding eagerly, he responded, "Right away, Mr. Yates."

Ambrose chewed his gum, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. "Old man, did you just cash out your entire pension? If you're broke, I'd advise you to sit this one out. You can't afford to play with me."

Leaning back in his chair, he snapped his fingers. Immediately, a gorgeous woman appeared from behind, stepping up to massage his shoulders.

Henry's forehead bulged with veins as his glare sharpened. "Dude, don't get too cocky! You won't even know how you lost by the time I'm done with you."

All these years in the casino, no one had dared to provoke him like this. This brat had no idea what he was getting into!

Ambrose shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, I'm so scared!" His tone was dripping with mockery, pushing Henry's patience to its limit.

Henry couldn't stand it anymore. He was going to crush this arrogant punk right here and now. "Start now!" he barked.

Cecilia instinctively glanced at Atticus, who gave her a subtle nod.

and began shuffling the deck. Her hands moved swiftly, the cards a blur as

easy on the eyes but because her card-dealing skills were

with an unyielding stare. The tension between them was

Cecilia dealt the cards.

big before. His expression remained composed, but his fingers trembled slightly

corner of

and the third-all

and he straightened up

chips Atticus had just brought him

arrogant as he

bold move drew the attention of the

"Mr. Yates, you need to stay

shot him a sharp look.

unfazed after checking his own hand, shoved his entire stake forward. "I'm

The stakes had skyrocketed.

dollars

If he won, he

pulled out another check and handed it to Atticus. "Get

weak in the knees when he saw the number

fear,

stacks of chips towering in