"All in."
Lola squinted her eyes with a wide smile, tilting her head slightly. For a second, everyone's mouths parted as their gazes fell on the briefcase. Stacks upon stacks of chips worth a million each were inside.
They gulped, eyes darting between the case she pushed to the center and the radiant smile on her face.
She's bluffing, the man in the white suit told himself, his hands trembling slightly over his cards. How much is that now??
His breathing slowed as he tried to silence the whispers and mounting pressure around him. Not just him — everyone still in the game forced themselves to block out the noise and focus.
On the table sat a minimum of a hundred million. With the existing bets, it was closer to a hundred and fifty million. Even at a high-stakes table, this was no small amount. Whoever called this round stood to win a fortune — enough to walk away early, or keep playing with more than enough to spare.
But if they lost… that was another story entirely.
