Chapter 75: A Game of Cards

When Henry Jefferson walked in, the two men immediately stood, greeting him with deep respect. “Good evening, Mr. Jefferson.” Henry waved off the formality, his gesture enough of a greeting. At the Texas Hold'em table, Henry boasted an unbeaten streak. His untarnished record wasn’t because his high status made opponents reluctant to challenge him harshly; it was his genuinely impressive card-playing skills that did it. Steady, accurate, and ruthless, not to mention his card-counting prowess, Henry was a force to reckon with, both at the table and beyond. No sooner had he taken his seat than a crowd gathered, eager to watch the master at play. However, all were uniformly kept at bay by Mark Hughes. Despite having consumed four bottles of red wine, Henry's head was only slightly spinning, not enough to impair his grip on the game. Mark surveyed the room, his eyes twinkling with mischief, before a naughty idea struck him during a brief pause in dealing. “Why not skip the betting