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Chapter_52
Everyone turned their attention toward the staircase.
A man, about six feet tall, dressed in a green tank top, red shorts, and flip-flops, strolled in, followed by a group of men in suits carrying heavy black suitcases. A waiter guided them toward Yvette.
It was none other than Eagle King.
The moment Yvette nodded, the men in black opened the suitcases, revealing stacks of crisp banknotes that left everyone in stunned silence.
One hundred million dollars.
A collective gasp rippled through the room. Most of those present came from wealthy backgrounds and were no strangers to money, but even they had never seen such an enormous sum displayed so brazenly. Even for them, gathering that amount would require approval from their families.
Who is this girl? How did she come up with one hundred million dollars so easily? the crowd wondered in disbelief.
Ethan’s expression darkened. He had been so confident, never expecting Yvette to actually produce such a vast amount of money. He was certain it hadn’t come from Ryan—after all, the Lewis family would never employ someone like the scruffy man standing across from him. That meant the money was Yvette’s own.
Ryan, too, was caught off guard, a mix of emotions flashing through his eyes as he realized just how much he had underestimated Yvette.
Eagle King scratched his messy bedhead, unfazed by the stares of the curious onlookers. He yawned before speaking in a sleepy tone. “Yve, what are you doing? Playing a game? Isn’t one hundred million too little? Why not add more? You rarely show interest in these things. Shouldn’t you go all out? How about a check instead?”
Yvette’s lips curled into a slight smirk, amusement flickering in her eyes. “No need. I’m just playing casually. Step back now.”
Eagle King cast a sympathetic glance at Ethan, mentally mourning for him. If the boss says she’s ‘just playing,’ this guy’s finished.
His words, broadcasted through the room’s speakers, sent another wave of shock through the crowd.
One hundred million dollars isn’t enough? Add more? What does ‘just playing casually’ even mean? Is she toying with him? The thought alone made the bystanders shudder.
Eagle King stepped aside, his gaze sweeping over Ryan and Bonnie before landing on Bonnie. “Hey, girl, you came with Yve?”
Bonnie, usually wary of people like Eagle King, found herself nodding politely. She had a strange sense that anyone who got along so well with Yvette couldn’t be a bad person.
“I-I came with Yve. Hello, Boss,” Bonnie stammered.
“Boss?” Eagle King chuckled. “Girl, I haven’t been the ‘boss’ for years.”
Bonnie giggled, and just like that, their rapport grew.
Meanwhile, Yvette remained unbothered, her fingers tapping lazily on the poker chips stacked in front of her. “Check the money over. Once you’re satisfied, we can begin.”
Ethan’s eyes gleamed as he studied her. He finally nodded grimly. “Fine. I’ll use the chips from the gaming hall. You can trust the reputation of Sky Nimbus.”
Yvette shrugged. “As you like.”
The crowd murmured in anticipation. What had begun as mere entertainment had now escalated into something much bigger. This high-stakes gamble had become a spectacle none of them could ignore.
If Ethan won, it would be one thing. But if he lost, the consequences would be severe. Yet, for a university student to produce such an amount, she couldn’t be an ordinary person.
The physics department students, still in shock, were struggling to process what they were witnessing. How could she be just a regular student? A girl from the countryside? She’s clearly a hidden bigwig!
Ethan leaned forward, his fingers gripping the edge of his chair. “What are we betting on? Blackjack? Grand Hazard?”
“Grand Hazard,” Yvette said without hesitation.
Ethan smirked. You had a chance to take the easy way, but you’ve chosen destruction.
Dice was his specialty. He had won countless games with it.
The onlookers sighed, pitying Yvette. If she had chosen another game, maybe she’d have a chance. But rolling dice against Ethan? She’s doomed.
One of the physics students finally worked up the courage to ask someone nearby, “What do you mean?”
The man glanced at the student, recognizing him as one of Ryan’s people. Though he knew they weren’t from his circle, he was in a good mood and answered, “You probably don’t know, but Ethan is a dice expert. Nine times out of ten, he wins. Your friend is in for a rough night.”
The physics students exchanged worried glances. Yvette might be fearless, but is she truly capable of beating Ethan at his own game?
Ethan leaned back, smirking. “Since you picked the game, I’ll let you go first. Each round is 1.5 million dollars.”
Yvette leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. Her worn-out canvas shoes, frayed at the edges, peeked out from beneath her relaxed posture. She tapped a stack of chips before waving dismissively.
“I don’t like wasting time. One hundred million dollars—winner takes all. One round.”
The entire room erupted in hushed excitement.
One round. Winner takes all. This was now the biggest bet in Sky Nimbus’ history!
Eagle King, unbothered, quietly ordered an orange juice. While others gawked at the absurdity of the bet, he calmly sipped his drink.
Bonnie, watching him, felt unsettled. “Boss… aren’t you at all worried about Yve?”
Eagle King didn’t even look up. He took another sip, tapped on his phone, and muttered to himself, “Flying Fish isn’t answering my calls again. That fangirl is getting bold…”
Bonnie blinked, confused. “Boss?”
Eagle King finally turned to her with a lazy grin. “Worried? What’s there to worry about? Yve could play with her toes and still win. One hundred million is just fun money to her.”
Bonnie stared at him in disbelief.
Seeing her expression, Eagle King chuckled. “Relax. Unless Mars crashes into Earth, Ethan doesn’t stand a chance. Now, drink your juice and enjoy the show.”
Bonnie hesitated before taking a sip of her juice. Strangely, she did feel a bit calmer.
Meanwhile, Ethan’s smug expression vanished. He had expected a gradual game, not an all-in gamble.
One hundred million in a single round?
It wasn’t that he couldn’t match the bet—his grandfather had set aside exactly that amount for him—but this was a risk he hadn’t prepared for.
The crowd leaned in, waiting for Ethan’s response.
