No way, he absolutely cannot lose.
Thinking this, Warren Yorke also threw down a card, "Sixty million."
Even though this group of rich kids didn’t lack money, losing several million in one night would surely get them scolded when they got home.
Before long, a large circle of people at the gambling table folded.
When it was Ivy Kensington’s turn, she wasn’t frightened by the sixty million either and continued, "One hundred million."
One hundred million?!
How could she dare call that out!
This time, even Julian Hawthorne and Miles Pierce gave her another glance.
Only Sebastian Blackwood smiled faintly and calmly said, "One hundred fifty million."
Master Blackwood was actually following too!
Immediately, the entire room held its breath. Who was going to be the ultimate winner in this round?
Warren Yorke gritted his teeth.
If he folded now, it would mean he had conceded.
Ivy Kensington’s chances of winning would instantly increase by fifty percent.
That was absolutely unacceptable to him!
Taking a deep breath, Warren Yorke followed suit, "One hundred fifty-five million."
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Everyone in the room was stunned.
They had played so many times at the gambling table, yet they had never seen anyone call like Ivy Kensington did.
If she dared to call , either her hand was incredibly strong,
or she was deliberately bluffing.
Warren Yorke also guessed these two possibilities, and beads of sweat started to form on his forehead as he speculated about Ivy Kensington’s hand.
At this moment, Ivy Kensington was already smiling and looking at Sebastian Blackwood, "Master Blackwood, it’s your turn."
Sebastian Blackwood lowered his eyelids, glanced at his cards, and then folded.
Now, only Warren Yorke and Ivy Kensington were left at the gambling table.
"Young Master Yorke, should we reveal the cards?"
Ivy Kensington looked at Warren Yorke with a smile, her gaze seemed certain of victory.
Warren Yorke’s heart skipped a beat, and a drop of sweat rolled down his cheek.
If he revealed the cards now, and Ivy Kensington’s hand was bigger than his, he would have to pay double.
That would mean, with the two hundred million, he would need to pay another two hundred million, a total of four hundred million!
But if he folded, he would only lose the money he bet.
He naturally understood the pros and cons.
His breathing suddenly deepened, and Warren Yorke finally decided, "Reveal the cards!"
He wanted to make a gamble with Ivy Kensington!
Then, he revealed his cards.
Warren Yorke’s face lit up with joy; his hand was already quite strong!
He didn’t believe Ivy Kensington could surpass him!
However, Ivy Kensington glanced over his cards, lightly curling her lips, as if in disdain.
This action was clearly seen by everyone.
They couldn’t help but speculate, "Could it be that her hand is the Supreme?"
"Think about it, she folded in the first two rounds even when she had some good cards in hand. She didn’t dare follow then."
"But in this round, she follows so closely and calls so high, she must be confident she has the best hand."
"Young Master Yorke’s cards are all spades. To be bigger than spades, it would have to be the Supreme hand. I think Young Master Yorke is in trouble this round."
The whispers reached Warren Yorke’s ears, and sweat kept rolling down his back.
In the previous two rounds, Ivy Kensington simply did not know how to play!
An old hand’s bluffing trick, she certainly couldn’t play, so the only possibility was that her hand really was the Supreme!
If the Supreme hand was revealed, he might lose everything tonight, even his last shirt, and if his father found out, his skin would be peeled off!
Thinking of this, Warren Yorke swallowed hard.
At this moment, the dealer looked at Ivy Kensington, "Miss, please give me your cards."
The dealer was going to reveal Ivy Kensington’s cards.
At this critical second—