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CHAPTER 123: The First Blood
Author: Sam Shelby
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The dealer’s voice rang out over the silence.

“First round — cards drawn. King’s Draw has begun.”

The crowd leaned in. Cameras zoomed. Chips clicked beneath tense fingers.

Viktor gave a lazy smile as he picked up his cards. He didn’t even look at them right away. Instead, he sipped from his champagne flute, lounging in his seat like the game was already his.

Logan, on the other hand, lifted his cards with the precision of a surgeon, reading each face without a flicker of emotion.

Peter leaned forward.

“They both have three cards,” Chloe whispered. “And now they can either raise, call, or fold. But folding in the first round?” She smirked. “Neither of these men would let pride allow it.”

“Right,” Peter said, eyes scanning the table. “So what’s the play here?”

Chloe glanced at him, amused. “Depends on what they drew… and more importantly, what they want the other to think they drew.”

Viktor chuckled, finally glancing at his hand. He slid his cards apart just enough to see them, then tap
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