Chapitre 62: Back in Boston

There was a certain type of aura at the table. An aura of wealth.

Two hours of playing later and I was down to $31,000...

I was playing another hand and the only two players left were me and the blonde.

The pot was up to $15,000.

I had two kings in my hand; I was holding a solid pair.

The flop revealed a two, an eight, and an ace, all different suits. I assessed the situation quickly: the ace was a potential threat, but the other cards seemed weak for a straight.

The woman with the blonde hair bet $2,000!

I mentally calculated her possible hands.

Given that she was betting into me in this kind of situation, she must have had a high pair in hand or even an ace, but then I noticed a tiny, almost imperceptible brow movement. It seemed like she was bluffing.

I hesitated, but something about that gesture made me doubt her hand. "Call," I said, matching her bet and putting $2,000 into the pot.