President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Natalia almost died at that.

Her lips trembled and quivered, and eventually she couldn’t get out a complete sentence, looking at Nick somewhat pleadingly.

The man’s posture was idle, his thumb idly rubbing the deck of cards, and it was his turn to speak this round, still casually dropping some of the chips in front of him.

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That suddenly caused pulling back the onlookers’ attention. It was an indirect way of saving Natalia.

Natalia sighed in relief, still distraught, and realized that no one was paying attention to her before she dared to give Victoria a vicious glare.

Victoria’s shallow eyebrows arched slightly and she only pretended not to see it. Her fingertips were resting on the two bottom cards in front of her as if she had been completely absorbed in the game of cards.

According to the rules, the only chips behind Nick’s 20 million dollar raise should be greater than or equal to that sum.

The pool at the bottom was approaching 200 million.

Dealers’ face was a little agitated as he waited for the round to finish and finally turned over the three public cards.

The ace of hearts, the ten of hearts, and five of diamonds.

The person to Victoria’s right had folded and it was her turn to speak.

She leaned back, her eyes not bothering to look at anyone, and rattled off forty million in chips from in front of her, raising the bet by twofold.

“Forty million dollars.”

At the beginning, she only dared to lose one million dollars, but in this game she even took the initiative to raise the bet to forty million dollars.

Victoria noticed that even Nick looked up, his gaze falling on her.

But only for a moment, and then it was absent-mindedly withdrawn.

The crowd couldn’t help but wonder what cards she was holding.

Weston was holding a pair of fives, and with the public cards on the table, the hand he could make up was three of a kind, which was bigger than any two pairs, and it was a winning hand.

He glanced at Victoria and sneered.

“Do you recognize cards?”

“What does Mr. Kingsley think?”

Victoria winked and trailed off with a little wryness, “I have no intention of giving money away to others. For you it’s a drop in the bucket, but for me that’s a lifetime of part-time work.”

After all, it was 40 million dollars.

Weston’s eyes narrowed, with a hint of crisis in his mind.

This woman couldn’t even spare a million dollars at the beginning, but now she dared to bet 40 million dollars. What kind of cards did she hold in her hand?

But once he thought he was holding three of a kind, he didn’t hesitate to call the 40 million either.

It was Nick’s turn, and the long, good-looking hand casually pushed the chips around.

A billion!

The scene was buzzing with excitement. With only three cards out of the public deck, a single betting chip was over 100 million, so how much would it become in the bottom pot when the final turn was made?

The crowd was tantalized. There was no more chatter around the room, but instead they watched the game go on.

The dealer had been in the casino for a long time, but his hands were getting sweaty. As everyone watched, he turned over the fourth public card.

Nine of spades.

The betting continued, and as Nick raised the betting chips, the round began with a single bet of no less than 100 million.

In such an environment, it was as if money was no longer money, but lightweight paper.

Many thought Victoria would definitely fold by this point, and to everyone’s surprise, she called without hesitation.

Now even Weston was having some difficulty with this, it was a hundred million dollars.

Why would a woman of Victoria’s status be so decisive?

He pursed his lips and couldn’t help but inquire warily, “What cards are you holding?”

Victoria laughed softly, “Mr. Kingsley! The rules of the table are that you can’t reveal your cards to your opponents.”

“…”

Weston felt a moment of embarrassment. Wasn’t it just a hundred million dollars, she dared to play, he still could not afford to play?

He raised his hand and added another hundred million into it, but the pause before still gave away a few hints of tension.

The chips in the bottom of the pot had instantly approached 1. 2 billion.

It was Nick’s turn and he threw his two cards in front of the dealer, which meant he folds.

It was as if the hundred million dollars invested in the last lap was just to muddy the water and then watch the show completely with an idle demeanor.

That was who Nick was.

The chips in the bottom of the pot stayed right around 1. 2 billion, and surprisingly, only Victoria and Weston were left at the table.

The dealer turned over the fifth public card, the jack of hearts.

This last lap, it was still Victoria who spoke.

With a smile on her face, Victoria pushed out her full stack of chips, “All in.”

She had about eight hundred million left in all her chips, and betting all of them meant that the last person would have to call eight hundred million, or more.

The onlookers were once again intrigued, and they couldn’t help but cross their fingers and speculate.

“What cards do you guys think she’s holding?”

“She was very cautious in the first four games and only dared to lose one million. This time she dared to directly bet eight hundred million, she must have a very high chance of winning… There are the jack of hearts, the ten of hearts, and the ace of hearts in the five public cards… It can’t be that she’s holding a royal flush, can it?”

“How can that be, that’s a one in tens of thousands chance, isn’t she a novice?”