Chapter 35 The Rookie at the Table
As if afraid they wouldn’t believe her, Amelia flipped her cards face up.
The others glanced at them, and the corners of their mouths twitched,
Did she seriously not know showing your hand is a huge no–no?
Doing that made it easy for everyone to read her next move.
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What a rookie! She really didn’t seem to know how the game worked. Most players would never show their cards–mystery was the key.
Jeremy froze for a second. Could she really not know how to play? She didn’t look like someone that clueless.
But he kept quiet. If Amelia was having fun, that was all that mattered. Losing a little money wasn’t a big deal.
Maxwell smirked. “If you don’t know how to play, don’t gamble.”
Amelia shot back calmly, “I like this.”
Anderson chuckled, thinking he had her figured out. He teased, “Didn’t expect Ms. Amelia to be this
cautious.”
“Of course,” she said matter–of–factly. “If I’m not careful, I’ll lose all my money.”
Her tone was so serious that everyone around the table perked up.
So this was their target for the night–the easy prey.
The second round began.
When the cards were dealt, Amelia followed with 20,000 dollars. The others quickly raised it to 50,000 or 100,000 dollars.
When the bet came back to Amelia, she folded.
Everyone was stunned.
What is she doing?
Isn’t she being overly cautious?
What fun in playing like this? How are we suppose to win her money if she kept folding?
Anderson couldn’t hold back. “Princess, what kind of hand do you even have? You’re way too stingy! In poker, you’ve got to go big or go home!”
The others looked over curiously.
Amelia innocently turned her cards over again. “See? A king and an ace. Not a pair, not the same suit.
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Doesn’t look promising, so I folded.”
She explained it so seriously, like she actually knew what she was doing.
Everyone went speechless. That’s what she calls a bad hand?
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At that moment, they were all convinced. Amelia truly didn’t understand Texas Hold’em. She had probably only joined the game to show off.
Their tension vanished.
With a beginner like her, this was going to be easy money.
Now they all knew exactly how she thought; Amelia was easy to read.
Amelia must’ve had a great hand–otherwise she wouldn’t be playing so confidently.
Soon, the third round began.
Maxwell was the first to bet. He looked at his cards: a pair of queens. His lips twitched in satisfaction. He shoved in a pile of chips. “Raise–100,000 dollars.”
When it came to Amelia’s turn, she casually glanced at her cards. Seven of diamonds and eight of spades. Useless.
But then, she smiled faintly and pushed forward another stack. “Call–and raise 200,000 dollars.”
The table froze.
What kind of monster hand did she have to bet that big?
Everyone knew Amelia wasn’t the kind of person to gamble blindly. If she was raising, she must’ve been sure she could win.
Anderson perked up.
He checked his cards, then tossed in a call of a hundred grand.
Ithan frowned at his cards and folded.
Jeremy, watching quietly from the side, couldn’t help but smile. His doctor was finally getting serious.
The dealer laid down the flop.
Amelia glanced at the flop, then raised the bet. This time by half a million.
The players gasped. Eyes went wide.
Holy crap! This is getting wild!
What on earth is she holding?
Maxwell scoffed. “Trying to act mysterious? Fine, I’ll call. Half a million.”
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The dealer placed three community cards on the table.
Maxwell’s heart leapt when he saw the board. He had two pairs already.
Anderson looked at his cards, then at the chaos unfolding in front of him. His hand was weak, and these two were going insane. He folded without hesitation.
Then Amelia drew her next card and calmly pushed her chips forward. “Raise. Another one million.”
Maxwell’s eyes nearly popped out. “Are you crazy? Do you even know what you’re doing? Stop messing around!”
Amelia only shrugged. “My gut tells me I’m going to win.”
Maxwell glanced at Amelia’s community cards again–ten, jack, queen–all in the same suit.
His face stiffened. No way. Could Amelia get so lucky and hold a straight flush?
Anderson and Ithan exchanged a look and folded instantly.
Now, it was just Amelia and Maxwell.
Maxwell’s hand wasn’t bad–two pairs–but if Amelia had the straight flush he feared, he was done for.
Still, the confidence in her eyes shook him. Based on what he’d seen before, Amelia would never bet this high without being sure.
He clenched his fists and decided to go all in mentally. “Call. One million.”
Everyone thought Amelia would back off now. But to their shock, she pushed her entire pile of chips to the center of the table. “All in.”
The room went dead silent.
Jeremy leaned forward, eyes narrowed. He couldn’t even read her this time.
What kind of hand did Amelia have to make her so bold?
Or she just playing the fool to trap them all?
Maxwell’s stomach dropped as he stared at the mountain of chips–five million dollars‘ worth.
His finances were already tight. If he lost this round, he’d be flat broke.
But backing out now? That would crush his ego.
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