LOGINMarvin Rock carried four heavy duffel bags packed with nearly eighty million dollars in cash—minus a few small expenses. Inside the car, Dhea, who had swapped her revealing casino outfit for modest, covered attire, still couldn't process the whirlwind of events. "Mr. Marvin... what are you going to do with all this money?" Marvin steered the car onto the main road toward Gloriston General Hospital. Keeping his eyes on the traffic, he replied evenly, "I have no intention of using tainted money for myself. I'm donating every dollar to fund public infrastructure—roads, bridges, and community welfare." Dhea swallowed hard, her mouth agape. "Wh-What? You're not keeping a single cent?" She stared at him in utter disbelief. "Eighty million dollars?" Wild, unimaginable thoughts raced through her mind. If he could casually discard eighty million dollars without batting an eye, how much wealth was sitting in his bank accounts? What was the true value of his personal assets and properties?
"Stop!" Aldous Morgan burst into the room in a desperate frenzy. "Don't touch him!" He forcefully shoved the five enforcers aside. "Get the hell out of the way!" Breathing heavily, Aldous struggled to catch his breath, having run a frantic race against the clock. "That was close. If this man dies, the six of you die right alongside him!" Stunned by Aldous's sudden, unexpected arrival, Franky gasped in utter disbelief—his shock multiplying as his elder brother stepped in to defend the outsider. Glaring in confusion, Franky muttered under his breath, "I don't get it, Brother." Exhaling a long sigh of relief, Aldous declared grimly, "To the Morgan family, this man's life is worth more than a hundred of those fools outside. Every single one of you—apologize right now!" Franky's eyes bulged. "Brother, explain this to us! Why are you showing him this level of respect?" Aldous replied in a dead serious, respectful tone, "He is Marvin Rock of Gloriston. If a man of Warren Harvard's statur
The River card fell: Ace of Clubs. Marvin Rock won with a Straight! "Yes!" Marvin pumped his fist in victory. Marvin Rock had swept the table, claiming a total chip stack of eighty million dollars! Outside the glass, the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers once again. "We've got a new champion!" "The guy in the dark glasses actually crushed Ivey Negreanu, the master!" "Incredible!" Unable to stomach the humiliating defeat, Ivey Negreanu stormed out of the arena with his head hung low, shaking his head in sheer disbelief. Outside, a barrage of jeers greeted him. Ignoring the taunts, he picked up his pace, desperate to find a quiet place to compose himself. Franky Morgan couldn't process the fact that his star player had been dismantled in under an hour, wiping out forty million dollars of house money. Was this a joke? Fueled by rage, Franky snarled, "Who the hell are you really?" Despite the ferocious shout, Marvin remained as calm as ever. Neatening the massive stacks of c
The VIP suite was fully enclosed, yet spectators could watch every move from outside through its floor-to-ceiling glass walls. Only a select few were permitted inside the room itself. This time, the suite held only Marvin Rock, Ivey Negreanu, Franky Morgan, and a single female dealer. Ivey Negreanu was a seasoned professional. Recognizing his extraordinary poker prowess, the Morgan Casino had placed him on retainer for a single purpose: to systematically strip high rollers of their fortunes. And a forty-million-dollar stack was an undeniably massive prize. Typically, any winnings Ivey racked up were split directly with the Morgan Casino. For a full week, no challenger had dared to step into the VIP suite against him—they were all too faint of heart. Today, however, he found himself facing a stranger in a tailored business suit. Ivey let out a mocking scoff. "Seriously, did you come here to play poker, or are you applying for an office job?" He snickered, eyeing Marvin’s crisp, p
Dhea nudged his arm gently. "Mr. Marvin, an all-in bet at this level is way too risky. It's better to play it patient. Let me show you to a more manageable table." The blonde player's arrogance surged even higher. "Even your little side-chick knows better! Haha. You really are a hopeless amateur, stranger. None of us have ever seen your face around here before. Like we said, you're at the wrong table, pal. Best run along and find somewhere else to play." That four-million-dollar stack had remained intact for hours because the four regulars played an ultra-conservative game. The blonde had deliberately pushed all-in with a single objective: to eliminate Marvin in one fell swoop and milk him dry. It was a familiar story in these halls—wealthy marks walking in with deep pockets, only to be stripped clean by seasoned card sharks. To them, Marvin fit the profile perfectly: a naïve rich kid delivering a fortune on a silver platter. Simply a clueless gambler waiting to be plucked. They p
Dhea was in total shock, utterly unable to conceal her disbelief. "Y-You're not joking, right?" she stammered, her voice trembling. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Marvin offered a warm, reassuring smile. "I'm dead serious. I don't lie. I'll drive you to the hospital myself later." Dhea buried her face in her hands, completely speechless as a fresh torrent of tears streamed down her cheeks. For days, she had endured, fought, and scraped by, only for every door to slam in her face. But today, fate had dealt her a different hand; she had crossed paths with a striking, extraordinarily generous man—a man who had just handed her a hundred thousand dollars without asking for a single thing in return. "Today is your last day working here, Dhea," Marvin added smoothly. "I'll provide you with start-up capital afterward so you can launch a small business of your own." Marvin's decision was far from reckless. He recognized genuine sincerity in Dhea, and he simply couldn't stand by a
Tonight at the Rock Family residence. Marvin Rock answered the phone. “Yes, by myself.” There was a subtle vibration on the other end of the phone. "We, from Ferum Group, Northice, are interested in buying MR-25 products. We have prepared fifty billion dollars for business over the next five y
Gennifer shuddered. “Marvin, you are so heartless! Don't you love me anymore?" Gennifer's eyes were red and wanted to cry. Derick stood and put his hands on his hips. He looked at his son-in-law and said, “You're out of your mind, Marvin. One whole year your wife took care of you, fed you eve
Russell shouted, "You're finally here, my rich brother!" He immediately gave Raymond a warm hug. When he heard the news that Marvin had been released and was visiting the Winston residence, Raymond had rushed here this morning. He wanted to see firsthand what the ex-convict's face and body looke
In response to the new accusations that cornered him so much, Marvin became even more furious with Russell. "You! You are a slanderer so I go to jail!” Marvin started to get emotional. Russel, who is five years older than Marvin, clearly does not accept this. "You're accusing me of slander?!







