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As Garcia poured her heart out to Oliver, expressing her love and determination, she was taken aback when he suddenly sat up and interrupted her with a gentle smile. "I love you too, Mom," Oliver interjected, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "But it's time for you to rest. Come, lie down."Garcia's eyes widened in surprise, still processing the fact that Oliver had been awake and listening to her heartfelt words. She chuckled softly and replied, "I thought you were fast asleep. You certainly know how to surprise me, my dear."Oliver, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, responded, "Not that fast asleep, Mom. I couldn't resist hearing your loving words."Garcia let out a small sigh, relieved to know that Oliver had heard her heartfelt confession. She realized that their bond was stronger than ever, forged through the years of separation and longing."Mmm, I see," Garcia replied, a touch of amusement in her voice. "Well, in that case, I have another request for you. When do
Garcia gracefully made her way to the hall, where a middle-aged man, dressed in a doctor's attire, awaited her arrival. As she entered, he stood up respectfully and greeted her."President Garcia, it's good to see you."Garcia glanced around, ensuring they were alone in the hall. Satisfied that no one else was present, she motioned for the maid to leave and return upstairs. The obedient maid quickly retreated, leaving Garcia and the doctor alone. Taking her seat, she gestured for the doctor to join her.Now seated, Garcia cut to the chase. "Is the report ready?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a hint of urgency. The doctor nodded in response, acknowledging her question."It is ready, President," the doctor replied, reaching into his bag and retrieving a stack of files. With a solemn expression, he handed them to Garcia, who wasted no time in delving into their contents. As she perused the documents, her brow furrowed, and a sense of concern washed over her."What's happening?" Garc
Oliver turned to Logan and said, "Alright, let's both get ready. We're going to explore the town."Logan nodded in agreement and replied, "Okay, I'll go and get ready then." She walked away to prepare herself for the outing.Meanwhile, as Oliver made his way through the streets, he unexpectedly came face-to-face with his cousins, Cedric (Magnus' son) and Ambrose (Lucius' son). The expressions on their faces immediately turned sour upon seeing him. Oliver, intending to pass by them, was stopped as they blocked his path."Oh, our dear cousin," Cedric sneered, "can't you even offer a simple greeting?"Oliver looked at them calmly and replied, "Perhaps you could have greeted me as well, Cedric and Ambrose."The two cousins exchanged glances and turned their attention back to Oliver. "You remember things quite well, don't you? Even our names," they mocked.Oliver smiled confidently and responded, "I don't easily forget things, especially not names. By the way, my name is Oliver Storm, the
As they approached, they could feel the intensity in the air. The game had reached a crucial moment, with a significant amount of chips piled in the center of the table. The players, their faces a mix of concentration and anticipation, awaited the next move.The man in the finely tailored suit, known as Harrington, held a pair of kings and a formidable hand. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he surveyed the table, assessing his opponent's reactions. A slight smirk played on his lips, betraying his confidence in his hand.Oliver looked at Amara with curiosity as they got closer to the intense poker game. He couldn't help but feel intrigued by the energy and excitement surrounding the table."What game is this?" Oliver asked Amara, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.Amara smiled and replied, "It's high stakes Texas hold'em poker, Oliver. One of the most popular and competitive poker variations."Oliver's eyebrows raised in interest. "How is it played?" he inquired, his eyes
The defeated man, disheartened by his consecutive losses, rose from his seat, his face clouded with disappointment."I'm the king," Harrington bragged, his voice filled with arrogance and self-assurance. He leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as he looked around the room. The sound of chips shuffling and the murmurs of other players created a backdrop to his triumphant declaration.But his confident proclamation was abruptly interrupted by a voice that cut through the air like a blade. "King? Don't be so full of yourself just yet," a woman's voice retorted. Heads turned, including Harrington's, as all eyes focused on the source of the challenge.A tall and stunning lady with a big bad entered the scene with an air of poise and undeniable authority. Her attire spoke of power and sophistication—a blend of elegance and danger that commanded attention. Her dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her magnetic presence.Oliver's gaze was instantl
As the community cards were revealed, Harrington's excitement grew. "Your luck ends here, my dear. Prepare to be defeated," he sneered, raising the stakes even higher. Undeterred, the lady met his challenge with a steely gaze and a confident nod.As the final card hit the table, Harrington went all in, his voice filled with certainty. "This is it. I've got you beat," he proclaimed. The lady's expression remained enigmatic as she quietly raised him, her eyes silently challenging his assertion.With a mixture of frustration and disappointment, Harrington conceded, revealing his hand. The room erupted in a mix of cheers and gasps as the lady gracefully unveiled her winning cards. Harrington, begrudgingly acknowledging her victory, muttered, "Well played... this time."Buoyed by her initial success, the lady's confidence grew. Harrington, determined to reclaim his position, threw a challenging glare her way. "You got lucky in the last round. Prepare to be humbled," he growled. The lady si
"The trick she's using is quite unique," he explained in a hushed voice, drawing their attention. "It seems she has mastered the art of reading microexpressions."Amara and Logan exchanged puzzled looks, eager to learn more. Oliver continued, his voice laced with intrigue."Microexpressions are subtle facial expressions that reveal a person's true emotions, often fleeting and easily missed. It seems the lady has honed her ability to detect these microexpressions in her opponents."Logan and Amara were still confused, as they had never heard of someone using expressions to win. Seeing the expressions, Oliver guessed they might not have understood."Don't worry, take a look at the game now since the next round is on, and I'll point out the trick to you." He saidAmara and Logan nodded and fixed their attention back on the game.The game between the lady and Harrington intensified as they entered another round, both players determined to outwit each other. The lady's eyes gleamed with co
As the final community card was revealed, the lady's keen observation skills paid off. She detected a subtle widening of Harrington's eyes, an involuntary reaction that betrayed his excitement over a potential winning hand. With her carefully concealed poker face, she skillfully matched his bet, luring him into a false sense of security.Harrington, oblivious to the lady's acute perception, confidently revealed his cards, convinced of his victory. But to his astonishment, the lady's hand surpassed his own, her secret trick allowing her to secure another impressive win.The lady, her eyes sparkling with triumph, maintained her composed demeanor as she collected her chips. Unbelievable!"Whispers and gasps filled the air, mingling with applause and exclamations of disbelief. The crowd erupted into a symphony of praise and shocked words, their admiration for the lady's triumph resonating throughout the room."Unbelievable!" someone exclaimed, their voice tinged with awe. "She outsmarted