CHAPTER 729: CHAPTER 729: BEST-OF-THREE SHOWDOWN

In the first round, unsurprisingly, Jasper Sinclair won.

In the second round, Jenson Sinclair slowly reduced his speed of playing cards; anyone with sharp eyes could see he was calculating the cards.

One-third of the cards were already determined in the first round.

Rhys Linden noticed he was calculating and urged, "You’re dragging your feet like a man—can’t you play faster? I’ve never seen anyone play cards like you!"

Jenson Sinclair grew impatient under the urging, disrupting his rhythm of playing cards.

As soon as he played a card, Jasper Sinclair immediately followed, giving him almost no time to think, and Rhys Linden continued to provoke, "It’s been a minute, you’re so slow at playing cards that you can’t even catch up with a hot meal."

Jasper Sinclair was completely unfazed by Rhys Linden’s noise, almost as if he was deaf to it.

In contrast, Jenson Sinclair was disturbed and annoyed by the noise.

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At the end of the second round, Rhys Linden’s noise had no effective impact.

Jenson Sinclair won.

At the moment, each had won one round, resulting in a tie.

The remaining round was crucial, and Jasper Sinclair straightened up and became serious.

This time, his speed of playing cards also slowed down significantly.

When no one was watching, Jasper Sinclair glanced at the clock on the wall.

It was four in the morning.

He didn’t know how far they were from the pier.

When he calculated carefully, they should be close; dragging it out a bit longer would take at least one round of cards.

Jasper Sinclair’s mind was not focused on gambling.

In the previous round, he purposely lost to Jenson Sinclair; otherwise, how could there be time for one more round?

Unfortunately, Jenson Sinclair was too foolish to realize his intention.

"Jasper Sinclair, do you think your luck will hold out?"

"Good or bad, you’re the one losing," Jasper Sinclair replied unhurriedly, his tone incredibly arrogant, as if he looked down on everyone.

As soon as he finished speaking, he played a sequence of cards.

"Two out of three wins, you lost, let my people go."

"Impossible!" Jenson Sinclair jumped up with a start, slamming the table.

Gambling in cards depends not only on luck, mental math, and skills; "understanding people" is also a key factor for winning.

Jenson Sinclair thought he had figured out all the card paths, not realizing that the person Jasper Sinclair was calculating all along was him.

"A man who gambles must accept his losses, don’t let me look down on you." The man leaned back, half of his back resting in the chair, with a carefree posture.

With a cold sneer, Jenson Sinclair seemed determined to play the villain, "My ten years of hard work was ruined by you, so what if you look down on me?"

He paused, then changed his tone: "Take him away and cut off his hand!"

Rhys Linden twisted his neck, widened his eyes in disbelief at what he heard, then burst out cursing, "Jenson Sinclair, you bastard!"

"Let’s see if I have the guts."

As Rhys Linden was being taken away, the door was kicked open from outside, "Who dares to hurt his hand?"

A gentle yet powerful voice came, and Nora Northwood appeared in everyone’s view.

Behind her was a police squad and well-dressed bodyguards.

Nora Northwood saw that the two people in the room were safe and sound and discreetly breathed a sigh of relief.

She was afraid that if she was a moment late, unimaginable dangers would occur.

When the yacht was less than three nautical miles from Corinthia Pier, Nora Northwood and her men set off from the pier on another yacht.

Therefore, their current location was still on the edge of the sea.

Jenson Sinclair couldn’t believe what was happening in front of him; he instinctively looked toward a man and asked, "Did your boss leave the door unguarded?"