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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
The lady's gaze shifted towards Oliver, a mixture of surprise and curiosity crossing her face. She assessed him for a moment, contemplating his proposal. A sly smile crept across her lips as she finally responded, her voice dripping with amusement. "Well, well, Oliver. It seems you're not one to back away from a challenge. Very well, I accept. Let's see if you can handle the heat."Logan and Amara stood there, their faces etched with astonishment, as they witnessed Oliver's audacious move. Logan's grip tightened on Oliver's arm, his voice laced with concern. "Oliver, what are you doing? She's using tricks, and you have none. Do you really want to risk losing all that money?"Oliver's smile only widened as he calmly replied, "Logan, if I was able to see through her trick, why can't I prevent it?" His words carried a quiet confidence, a belief in his own abilities.Logan's brows furrowed, torn between worry and curiosity. "But what if you lose, Oliver? We're talking about a substantial
As the lady basked in the applause that resonated throughout the room, her eyes flickered towards Oliver, a glimmer of superiority dancing in her gaze. She spoke with a confident smirk: "Seems like you're no match for me."Oliver, ever composed, met her gaze with a calm demeanor. "The game isn't over yet," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue.Oliver, ever composed, met her gaze with a calm demeanor. "The game isn't over yet," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue.Meanwhile, Logan let out a heavy sigh, a tinge of worry etched across his face. "I fear he may have met his match," he confessed to Amara, her voice laced with a touch of concern.Amara, observing Logan's reaction, offered a reassuring perspective."But isn't it a good thing for you? If he loses, you'll get your Lamborghini," she teased, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips.Logan let out another sigh. Her eyes focused on Oliver, a mix of conflicting emotions stirring within him.