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.

forever, the

your card, I’ll take it as you

he still had a sliver of

fold now would guarantee

he flipped over his

It was a twelve.

were so close to a

Disappointment washed over him.

had been such a fortunate evening thus far; he

declared as he

share of the five billion

Please leave now.

called out, refusing

afford to

on the table, he produced

lost? You proposed adding another round

propose a

man had anticipated Coen’s

gleam flickered in his

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