The table settled into a tense hush as the game progressed. What began as polite participation thinned quickly.

One man got kicked out and then another.

Chips slid across the table with measured precision—no excitement, no raised voices. Just glances, faint smiles, and quiet calculations.

Soon, it narrowed down to three players.

Dominic, Roman and a silver-haired investor whose expression never changed.

Serena stood behind Roman’s chair, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder, watching the rhythm of the game with growing interest.

The investor was the first to smile and push his cards forward. “I’ll step out.”

Just like that, it was down to two. Suddenly, the air shifted....