Amidst the laughter echoing through the lounge, I sat down at the poker table with composure.When he saw how calm I was, Michael Shaw raised an eyebrow, seemingly a bit intrigued."Not bad. You do have some guts," he said.But then his tone shifted, the contempt growing thicker. "But you're all guts and no brains. Ms. Jackson, you can't even tell the suits apart. Do I need to explain the rules of poker to you?"Upon glancing at the green felt table, a wave of familiarity rushed back.I shook my head and raised a hand to stop him. "Thank you, Mr. Shaw, but there's no need. Five cards, four face-up, one face-down. We compare the values. Even I know that much.""Fine. Since Ms. Jackson is so clear on the rules, let's begin!"Michael sneered and gestured to the dealer standing by, Jerome Durham, to deal the cards."Wait!"Just then, a coquettish voice rang out from the crowd."Michael, the more players there are, the more fun it becomes. What's the point of just you and Nancy pl
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