After a moment’s hesitation, he clenched his jaw and decided to draw another card.

The second card flipped was a 3.

Coen exhaled in relief.

Adding the card had been the right move, or he would have stood no chance in such a tight spot.

The masked man also opted to draw more cards, revealing an 11 for his second draw.

Coen had eight and the man held eleven.

They opted not to draw additional cards this time.

The man, going first, confidently flicked his wrist and a ten Landed on the table, bringing his total to a perfect twenty-one.

Everyone around the table could clearly see the unfolding drama.

Unless Coen’s final card was miraculously thirteen, his defeat was imminent.

Coen’s face fell as he realized the man had hit twenty-one.

He hesitated, his final card still face down in front of him.

what felt like forever, the masked man broke the

to reveal your card, I’ll

had a sliver

fold now would guarantee his

in his luck, he

It was a twelve.

close

Disappointment washed over him.

a fortunate evening thus far; he had won the

declared as he approached to collect

on, “Your share of the five billion will

Please leave now.

called out,

afford

hands on the table, he produced a resounding

adding another round

propose a third

masked man had anticipated

his eyes

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