Pokescanner Reborn Novels & Stories

On the other hand, Celeste was the underdog here who was determined to win. Right after Phillip left, she got serious with the game. She started off with a perfect hand, which took the other three players by surprise. "You're actually good at playing poker?" Nicholas was a little surprised. "If she's not, how would she be able to come up with schemes to let Phillip win just now?" Damon wasn't too shocked. "Shut up and give me your money." Celeste flashed her Cash App QR Code as she collected her winnings from each of them. Damon thought that she'd unblock his number. But instead she collected the money with a QR Code. Frustration gnawed at him.

he declared, his voice resonating with a mix of confidence and anticipation. Georgina found herself entranced by the scene unfolding before her. It was her first encounter with the game of Poker, and she couldn't help but be captivated by the meticulous arrangement of the table. The dealer expertly positioned the cards, ensuring every detail was in place. A small sign caught her eye, bearing the words "Table minimum bet: five thousand euros." It was a stark reminder of the high stakes involved in this game.

Pink boas were laid out over the couches and arm chairs. They had a bite to eat at Mabel’s BBQ, a restaurant in the Palms. Then they did some gambling. A couple of Lacey’s friends had to explain to her how the table games were played. The only games Lacey knew about were blackjack and poker. Her father had taught her how to play those two games when she was a teenager to her mother’s chagrin. She never was good at blackjack but she did decently at poker. So well, she won two thousand dollars playing in the poker room. She won another thousand playing baccarat.

Lucas turned to the dealer, “can I get fifteen million Kenya shillings chips?” “Same as for me,” Maina added as soon as the dealer nodded in convention. The dealer moved to the counter and gave instructions to the attendant who handed two trays full of chips worth fifteen million each and a PDQ. He placed the chips directly in front of the players on the poker table and handed each of them the PDQ’s in turns for them to swipe their cards. Interestingly, with there shady business, they were both owners of black cards due to the many umbrella companies they owned.

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.

Julian’s POV Marcus had a habit of dropping information like breadcrumbs—never the whole loaf. Three nights ago, over whiskey in my study, he’d mentioned a high-stakes poker game operating out of the industrial district. Underground. Run by men who didn’t bother with names. “Why are you telling me this?” I’d asked. He only shrugged. “Thought it might interest you. Word is, the dealer at the master table is worth seeing.” At the time, I didn’t care.

She saw nothing of the sort, but she did see a Bluetooth in his ear. Caitlin tilted her head as she watched Pat discretely. Hector had told her about when he had gone to Vegas a few years ago. He had been playing in the poker room at the Wynn. After playing three hands, four pit bosses had walked over to escort a guy out. They hadn’t even let him take his chips. Later on, Hector had learned the guy was a cheat. He had a small Bluetooth in his ear. His partner, who was sitting at another table, could see the cards of his opponents. Then he would type in a text to the other guy at the other table with what was in everyone’s hands. The text was computed by voice to the guy’s Bluetooth. Caitlin’