"Huh. Senator Hughes, maybe you can ask around and see who's willing to lend you some chips?" Joyce leaned gracefully back in her chair.
She then pointed to Mr. Moore and Mr. Clark.
Neither Mr. Moore nor Mr. Clark made a sound.
At such a point, it was if it had become an end game.
Who would want to lend their chips to Senator Hughes at a time like this?
Senator Hughes looked livid and gloomy.
Unexpectedly, he was kicked out of the game so fast.
It was a shame to be forced to fold by this gorgeous woman in front of him just after the opening of the game.
He realized that perhaps the words he had just said had offended her, so she might have targeted at him.
What a vengeful woman! He better not cross her in the future.
He grimaced and was forced to push his cards toward the center.
That was a straight folding.
Next, Mr. Moore called a fifty-chip bet.
"Okay, I'm going to start dealing the cards."
Otis dealt three public cards, the king of diamonds, the seven of clubs, and the ten of diamonds.
This round, everyone betted fifty chips again, and Joyce called the same, with no additional raises.
Otis looked around and dealt a fourth card in his hand, the nine of diamonds.
At this point, the cards on the table were a bit interesting.
There were three diamonds, and even the king of diamonds.
Mr. Clark looked at the cards in his hand and unintentionally frowned.
The cards in his hand were too small, and this hand was definitely out of the question. Even if the last card was dealt later, he could at best make a small pair, and had no chance of winning at all.
And the fact that he just frowned slight was captured Joyce clearly.
Joyce then knew for sure that this Mr. Clark had no hope of winning this time.
They were play cards, but it was never just about cards. It was also about psychological tactics.
You had to know how to hide your expression in order to confuse your opponents.
Mr. Clark was simply too weak.
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