Chapter 189
Chapter 189:
Harlan assumed it was just some ordinary card. From the way Brenna looked, downcast and disappointed, he was sure her hand didn’t stand a chance against his.
With a smug smile creeping across his face, he glanced at the card she had thrown. But it was an Ace of Spades.
“Impossible! I shuffled the cards myself. You were supposed to get low ones. How could it be an Ace?” he exclaimed in shock.
His palms turned clammy. The two cards he had left were both weaker. What should he do now?
A wave of panic washed over Harlan, but he forced himself to breathe. Brenna had just gotten lucky with one card. That was all. The other cards she held had to be smaller than his.
“Your move,” he said, irritated.
Brenna gave a sweet smile and tossed out another Ace.
Harlan’s eyes widened in shock. “No way! Mr. Mitchell, did you help your woman cheat? I know the cards I shuffled. There’s no way she could’ve pulled two Aces. I’m not accepting this!” He slammed the table hard as he spoke.
However, Ethan remained calm. With a flick of his finger, Joonas stepped in and shoved Harlan’s head down onto the table. “You dare disrespect Mr. Mitchell? Who do you think you are? You’re not even worth his time,” he said coldly.
Brenna clicked her tongue. “You lost, and now you’re accusing me of cheating? Harlan, weren’t you the one bragging about your skills? Looks like you’re all talk,” she said.
Ethan watched Brenna quietly. She was calm and confident—almost too confident. Now, he was curious. How had she become this good at gambling? What kind of experiences had shaped her into this?
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The thought tightened Ethan’s chest. What hardships must she have endured to be this sharp with cards? He believed Brenna must have faced some rough years.
But now, with him by her side, no one would dare lay a hand on her again. Ethan gently patted Brenna’s hand and said, “Should we just take three of his fingers now p>
“No need. Let him decide how he wants to continue,” Brenna replied calmly.
Ethan chuckled, his voice sharp. “Let him choose. We’ll let him pick whatever game he wants p>
Harlan still couldn’t understand. How could a young woman who looked so gentle be so skilled with cards?
“Dice then? One round to decide the winner,” Harlan said without much thought.
He shot Brenna a challenging glare. No way a woman like her could be good at dice.
Soon, the female dealer walked over, cleared the table, and stepped aside. A male staff member in a crisp vest approached and placed the dice between them.