Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Eric was momentarily stunned, then looked down at his visible card, the Ten of Spades, casually tossing out two hundred thousand in chips. He smiled at Amman and said, "Okay, I'll bet two hundred thousand..."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Seeing that her goading had worked so easily, Amman smirked inwardly and quickly matched his bet, saying, "Two hundred thousand, I call!"

Next, the beautiful dealer dealt another card to each player and smiled as she announced, "Miss An, King of Diamonds, King of Hearts; Mr. Lei, 10 of Spades, 7 of Spades. Miss An, it's your turn."

"Giggle..." Amman chuckled triumphantly. "I actually got the King of Hearts! In that case, I'll bet one million!" She pushed out a million in chips.

Without much thought, Eric also pushed out a million in chips and calmly said, "I'll call."

The dealer dealt the fourth card to each player and said softly, "Miss An, King of Diamonds, King of Hearts, King of Spades; Mr. Lei, 10 of Spades, 7 of Spades, 8 of Spades. Miss An, it's your turn."

"You're not having much luck!" Amman clicked her tongue twice, picked up her three Kings, and shook them in the air, feeling impressed. "Now that I have three Kings, let's see what you have to beat me!"

"All in!" Amman had calculated that Eric could at most have a flush, and the chance of him having a straight flush was very slim. With her four Kings, she was more than 85% confident of winning. It was now or never.

"Don't celebrate too soon. There's still one more card to be dealt, and anything can happen!" Eric smiled faintly at Amman's boast and pushed out his chips. "I'll call!"

The dealer dealt the final card to each player and reported with a hint of worry in her eyes, "Miss An, King of Diamonds, King of Hearts, King of Spades, 7 of Diamonds; Mr. Lei, 10 of Spades, 7 of Spades, 8 of Spades, 6 of Spades. Miss An, it's your turn."

Even though Amman's final card was a useless 7 of Diamonds, she didn't care because she believed Eric had also received a "useless" 6 of Spades!

"It seems luck is on my side tonight!" Thinking victory was assured, Amman smiled triumphantly and said to Eric, "Mr. Lei, show your cards!"

"Wait a minute!" Eric suddenly said. "It seems the last card can still prompt another round. I don't want to waste this opportunity."

"The outcome is clear. If you want to give me more money, I won't refuse!" Amman smiled after a moment of surprise.

"I'll raise by five million!" Eric took out his checkbook and wrote a check for five million.

Amman was truly shocked this time. The fact that he added another five million made her uneasy. Now, the only way Eric could win was if his hole card was a 9 of Spades, but he hadn't even looked at his hole cards. How could he be so sure it was a 9 of Spades?

Amman was almost certain that Eric's additional five million in chips was just a bluff. But, just in case, she didn't want to risk losing face.

Thinking this, Amman touched her earring.

Eric didn't rush and waited quietly for her decision.

At that moment, Eric suddenly felt a slight change in the space in front of him. Observing closely, he noticed that the psychic behind Amman was up to something; he had actually used spatial abilities to switch Eric's hole card in front of him!

Eric couldn't help but chuckle. No wonder the chubby gambler said Amman had a smooth hand; turns out she was using a super cheat code!

Eric really didn't know what his hole card was. He just wanted to play based on luck; if he lost, he lost. But now that the opponent had "cheated" first, he wouldn't hold back. He would just consider it a lesson for her!

At the sound of the psychic's soft cough, Amman, without hesitation, took out her checkbook and wrote a check for five million. "I'll call. Show your cards!"

"It seems you're having a rather unlucky night!" Eric said as he revealed his hole card—a 9 of Spades that he had swapped using space magic.

Amman's face turned pale. She glared angrily at the psychic behind her, who looked innocent and confused.

With a faint smile on his face, Eric stood up to leave.

"The game isn't over yet. Do you really want to leave?" Amman, unwilling to accept defeat, suddenly stood up and said to Eric.

"It's not over yet?" Eric looked at Amman strangely. "You've already run out of chips. How else do you want to gamble?"

With a cold snort, Amman filled out another check for ten million and handed it to the dealer to exchange for chips, saying to Eric, "I have chips now, don't I?"

"Alright, then I'll play a few more rounds with you!" Eric smiled and sat back down at the table.

Translation:

An's mansion.

"Clang..." "Ah..."

The sound of breaking porcelain and glass, along with a woman's frantic screams, continuously emanated from Amman's room.

An, who had just returned home from a social engagement, was shocked and asked the butler, "What's wrong with Miss?"

The butler, with a worried look, replied, "Since Miss came back, she locked herself in her room, not allowing anyone in. She's been shouting and throwing things for over half an hour..."

"What?" An was shocked again, then frowned and asked Amman's two bodyguards, "What happened to Miss?"

Although the bodyguards were top experts, under An's aura of authority, they appeared somewhat intimidated. "Miss lost money at the casino..."

An breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat amused. "Just lost money? I thought something serious had happened!"

"Sir, you should go up and check on Miss!" The butler said with concern. "Miss broke so many things. What if she accidentally cuts herself on those shards..."

An's face tightened, nodding, and hurried upstairs. He knocked on Amman's door.

"Go away, everyone just go away..." Amman's somewhat hoarse voice pierced through the wooden door.

Hearing this heartbreaking cry, An quickly said, "Mannie, it's daddy. Please open the door..."

The room fell silent for a moment, then the wooden door opened. Amman, still in her clothes and disheveled, stood at the door. Upon seeing her father, she immediately burst into tears and threw herself into his arms.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong with you?" An was anxious.

Amman, buried in his arms, sobbed, "Daddy, I lost eighty million..."

An chuckled and patted Amman's back. "Just eighty million, it's just a loss, nothing serious..."

"But I just can't accept losing to that bastard who bullied me..."

Seeing the grievance on his daughter's face, An felt both heartache and anger. "Someone bullied you? Tell Daddy, and I'll teach him a lesson for you!"

With her father's support, Amman immediately exaggerated the story of her conflict with Eric, emphasizing Eric's humiliation and disdain towards her.

After listening to Amman's account, An slammed the table in anger. "This is unacceptable! He's just a small chairman of Ling Yan Group. What does my daughter lack compared to him... Hmph, Mannie, don't cry. Leave this to Daddy, and I will make him pay for what he did to you!"

For An, ever since his wife passed away, his most cherished person was this precious daughter. Although he knew she was a bit spoiled and capricious under his indulgence, he still cherished her. If anyone bullied his daughter, no matter who it was, he would make them pay! Even if it meant losing everything, he wouldn't hesitate...

Hearing her father's assurance, Amman smiled through her tears. She hesitated for a moment and added, "Daddy, please don't hurt him..."

An glanced at Amman, smiled meaningfully, and said, "Don't worry, daddy won't use violence against him. I will make him kneel and beg for your forgiveness..."

"Okay..."

Eric has been very unhappy recently because Ling Yan Group's recent project plans and several tender documents have inexplicably leaked, causing great damage to the entire group. Even the most direct economic losses, according to conservative estimates, exceed sixty million!

What's most strange is that the leaked project plans and tender documents belong to different subsidiaries, and only the group headquarters' confidential information database has centralized storage.

Moreover, judging by the time they were lost, they should have been stolen at the same time, which indicates that the most likely place of theft is at the group headquarters!

However, the number of employees who have the opportunity to access the confidential information database does not exceed twenty, and even fewer have the qualifications to access the information, including Eric and Tan Ailing.

There are only seven people in total! Of course, these people are absolutely unlikely to leak secrets! Because except for Tan Ailing and Tang Feiyan, the other four have all undergone Eric's mental magic and are absolutely loyal to Ling Yan Group!

In fact, Eric doesn't care about any economic losses. He just feels that he can't afford to lose face—taking over the group for less than a month, and such a flaw has appeared?