Chapter 729: Chapter 729: Ivy Kensington Uses Master Blackwood as a Shield
Not long after, the group arrived in front of Sebastian Blackwood and the others.
"Master Blackwood, Young Master Hawthorne, I’m Warren Yorke from Aeterna Pharmaceuticals. It’s quite a coincidence to meet you all here tonight."
Warren Yorke put on an ingratiating smile.
Sebastian Blackwood nodded coolly in acknowledgment.
From start to finish, he didn’t spare a glance at Ivy Kensington, as if he didn’t know her at all.
Julian Hawthorne then said, "I heard you plan to make a bet. How about telling us about it?"
He seemed a bit interested.
As soon as he spoke, Warren Yorke quickly started explaining, "It’s the classic gamble on size, a total of three rounds."
Upon hearing this, Ivy Kensington suddenly asked, "What kind of size comparison is it?"
"..."
The room instantly fell silent.
The next second, waves of laughter erupted.
"It’s hilarious, that woman can’t even understand this yet she dares to gamble? She’s going to lose everything and go bankrupt tonight!"
Sabrina Pierce couldn’t help but showed a mocking smile.
She knew what it entailed, and Ivy Kensington, knowing nothing, dared to wager against Warren Yorke, truly making a mockery of herself!
Sabrina Pierce pretended to be concerned, saying, "Sister Ivy, I think it might be better to admit defeat now, or else later..."
She wore a worried expression.
Ivy Kensington looked at her with a half-smile, "Or else what?"
Sabrina Pierce was at a loss for words, thinking that later Ivy would have to open a room with Warren Yorke, yet she shamelessly asked her, how audacious!
Sabrina Pierce found it hard to breathe, unable to speak such words in front of Miles Pierce and the others!
Finally, after the dealer explained, Ivy Kensington understood.
The essence was that participants would place bets first, then throw their cards. If your hand is larger than the opponent’s, you win, and all the bets on the table are yours.
Of course, if you don’t dare to play, you can fold in the first round.
At that point, your bets become someone else’s.
There were three rounds in total. In the first two rounds, Ivy Kensington placed bets of one million each time but folded without exception.
Meanwhile, Warren Yorke had won two rounds, pocketing nearly ten million.
"Miss Kensington, it seems this renewal contract won’t be signed."
Warren Yorke spoke mockingly, thinking the woman would be daring, yet she didn’t dare follow even in the first two rounds!
In the third round, she was surely going to lose!
Those around chimed in, "I say don’t even bother with this third round, surely Mr. Yorke is going to win."
But Ivy Kensington remained utterly composed, "Why the rush? Didn’t Master Blackwood lose in those two rounds as well?"
Implying that if the biggest financier lost, there was nothing for her to fear.
Sebastian Blackwood’s tall figure leaned lazily against the leather sofa’s backrest, his long fingers casually pinching a few cards, joints cold and white, his demeanor equally indifferent.
Upon hearing, he finally lifted his gaze slightly to glance at Ivy Kensington.
Hmph.
She dares to use him as a shield, quite audacious.
Ivy Kensington was unbothered by his glance, leisurely starting the third round.
In the third round, she surprised everyone by not folding in the first move but instead saying, "Add ten million."
What?
As soon as she spoke, Sabrina Pierce was the first to look over, her eyes filled with disdain.
Ten million, she could afford to add that?
If she lost, she’d have to double the bet!
At this moment, Sebastian Blackwood also tossed a card, "Fifty million."
Goodness!
Even Master Blackwood joined the bet!
In an instant, the previously relaxed atmosphere grew tense.
Warren Yorke tightly clenched the cards in his hand, unable to stop himself from glancing at Ivy Kensington, wondering why this witch decided to follow this round?