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
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