All Chapters of The Rise of Marvin Rock: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

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

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

Marvin 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?