CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR

Richard's POV

The room was buzzing with tension. Alex's face was a mask of barely-contained frustration, his eyes burning holes through the poker table. I glanced at the stack of chips in front of me, feeling a mix of satisfaction and unease. Winning was sweet, but Alex was like a coiled spring, ready to snap.

"Another round," Alex said, his voice tight. He tossed a fresh stack of chips onto the table with a flick of his wrist. The amount was staggering, over a hundred thousand dollars. The crowd around us shifted, whispers igniting like sparks in dry grass.

"You're on," I replied, keeping my voice steady. The cards were dealt, and I felt Amelia’s hand squeeze my shoulder. It was a small gesture, but it grounded me.

"Come on, Richard, you’ve got this!" Amelia cheered, her voice bright and encouraging. Across the table, Jenny's eyes narrowed, shooting daggers at Amelia. The silent war between them raged on, unnoticed by most but clear to those who knew.

Alex’s eyes darted between his c
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