Grant Wang Poker Novels & Stories

"Fine, but you have to pay two hundred dollars if you lose." "All right I agree, two hundred dollars is very little money for me." Rangga was happy because tonight someone accompanied him plus he could get money for flower bouquets for his women. Mr. Lang immediately took the card and started the game. Mr. Lang who is very skilled at poker games can beat Mr. Rangga five times in a row in less than an hour. "How sir? Do you still have money?" asked Mr. Lang, with his stiff smile. "My cash runs out, I owe you first. Tomorrow I'll take it at the ATM." replied Rangga, scratching his head which didn't itch.

Turning around again, Gwynn said cheerfully, “Let’s play poker, Renata! Stop torturing yourself with your ugly history. I heard you talking about the fact that Noah was imprisoned. “Well, that doesn’t mean we ladies can’t enjoy ourselves. After all, we don’t have to intervene in our husbands’ affairs. All we have to do is play poker and talk about our lives.” Renata forced a smile on her face. Then, the game started. Renata was so distracted that she kept making the wrong calls. On the other hand, Gwynn played immaculately and won several million dollars after several rounds. She was generous and returned all her winnings to them.

She leaned against the back of one of the armchairs, arms crossed, waiting. “There’s a poker championship next month,” he said. “International. High profile. High stakes.” She tilted her head. “You want me to enter?” “I want you to play for me,” he corrected, “Technically, as my sponsored player. But let’s not pretend this is about sponsorship. I want to win, and I want the best on my side.” Adrea let that sink in. “What’s in it for me?” “The prize pool is ten million euros,” he said casually, as he straightened up and went to a mini fridge in the corner. “If you win, it’s yours. All of it.”

“If you’re ready, please swipe your card here. We can begin processing.” Two hundred million. I handed her my first card. A beat passed. Then: “Declined. Mrs. Alden, do you have another one?” The room broke into laughter. “Thorne,” someone cackled, “did you forget to give your little wife her allowance this month?” “She’s betting like a queen and doesn’t even have a dime.” “If you gamble without money, the rule is simple,” another man jeered. “You sell yourself.” “For two hundred million? I wouldn’t pay a thousand for that bitch. Still too expensive.”

The truth was it was worth a hundred thousand dollars, if that, and the only people driving all over the state were the truckers who ate there. Nek thought it was a sure thing when his poker hand of four of a kind, all aces. Ercole Muraro pulled out a straight flush seven through jack. Muraro was quick to find out Nek bet stakes he didn’t have, and he wanted his money or the equivalent.

"B-But... I'm worried," "What are you worried about?" I sighed. "We're talking about millions or billions of dollars here. I think even if we combine all the prizes you won in the poker game, it won't be enough for us to get shares," Sebastian chuckled. "It doesn't work that way, Amber. Don't worry. I don't think the shares there will reach billions. We can aim for the lowest stocks and shares. What's important is that you'll have a connection with the Valle family and their company. You're right; the prizes won in poker won't reach a billion. Maybe a few million, yes. Harper's land that you wagered can now be sold at double the price,"

“Your Grandfather was part of an underground poker club. These clubs are illegal, but we know that doesn’t stop people.” “Let me get this straight, my grandfather was part of an illegal gambling club, and when bettors couldn’t cover their bets, he took their water and mineral rights,” I question. “No, the games are high stake games. There was a minimum buy-in to be invited to participate in one of these games. That is where minerals and water rights came in. So, when a player thinks they’re a great poker player and don’t have the cash, they would put in their water and mineral rights.” Mr. Jones describes.

“Did you see the look he gave us?” “I don’t care about what look he gives us when it can change with the wind,” Elena raised the card in her hand. “It’s a gold debit card. Are you sure your father didn’t freeze this one as well?” “He doesn’t know about this particular account,” Adrian said, keeping his voice low. “I earned this money by winning in poker. A while back.” “F-From gambling?” Elena was shocked. “Y-You gamble?” “Just for stress relief.”

“You haven’t told me what I’m getting out of it.” “What do you want?” I tossed my hands. “A great appraisal this year?” He laughed outright. A deep, barking, masculine sound that immediately told me that something so menial mattered very little to this version of Porter. “I take it that’s a no.” I said sullenly. “It’s a no to that. Sell me something, Boss Lady. Thought you were good at this.” “Are you saying you want me to fuck you?” I hissed in annoyance. His head whipped to me. “First of all, if we did, it would absolutely be me fucking you. And secondly, no. I don’t exchange favors for sex. I can get that for free.”

15 billion gambling capital meant that to compete with them four, one must have at least a net worth of 15 billion, and each time the gambling, the minimum stake should not be less than 150 million. "I'll provide Mister Carmell's gambling capital." With a low grunt, Yoan took out a black gold-plated bank card from his pocket and threw it to Wardell, then spoke in a deep voice, "This is a black gold card jointly issued by the Five Great Powers, starting at fifteen billion. The four of you must be familiar with it. Exchange all for chips. Mister Carmell and I will play against you to the end!" A black gold card? No wonder he was the legendary Gambling Saint's disciple, no wonder he was the new