Page 10 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

Olivia had known for the longest time that he had a crush on her friend, and some time ago, Tim had shyly admitted it, asking for her help, and Olivia promised to set up both of them.

The idea of both of them as a couple did not sound like such a bad idea because they looked great together as a couple.

“Okay, I’ll be going now. I’ll see you later, Avery. I have to turn in early anyway,” Olivia said, her mood changing as soon as she remembered her boss.

No need to hang dark clouds over both of their heads, and besides, tomorrow was a new day for better opportunities since she was already setting a record for getting demoted five points on her first day of work.

She would also break the record for being the fastest to climb up his silly scoreboard.

She stepped out of the store, and her phone pinged, signaling in a text message.

Her heart skipped a beat. It was her boss.

I expect better from you tomorrow, it read.

Olivia let out a loud, frustrated groan as other people walking beside the store turned to look at her, and she smiled. “My bad, sorry!”

That arrogant jerk.

She’d show him.

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Roman pocketed his phone. Just 6 miles away from Olivia’s location was Roman at a casino, losing hands at his game very badly. A small crowd had gathered at his table.

Roman was known for dealing with the best hands and having the best poker game, but tonight, everything was falling apart very quickly.

“What’s wrong, Roman? You’ve never failed this badly,” Allen said.

Sitting across from Roman was Allen, a seasoned gambler known for his cool composure and calculated strategy. The tension between them was palpable, as they both knew that the next hand could change the course of the game.

Allen was a shareholder in his company, and every Thursday, they came here to play poker, usually betting on frivolous things.

Roman had never lost to Allen before, but tonight, he was raking it in.

“All in,” Allen said, moving all his chips to the middle of the table.

“Call it in.”

The casino was ablaze with the intoxicating energy of risk and reward.

Roman, with his deep blue eyes focused and determined, found himself at a loss at the high-stakes poker table. The air was thick with anticipation as the small crowd around him scrutinized their hands, calculating their every move.

With a confident flick of his wrist, Roman pushed all of his chips toward the center of the table, “all in.” The spectators leaned in; their eyes fixed on the unfolding drama.

The atmosphere crackled with intensity as the cards were dealt, each one potentially altering the outcome of the game.

As the dealer revealed the community cards on the table, Roman’s heart sank. The cards didn’t favor his hand as he had hoped. The room fell into a hushed silence as the final card was revealed—he had been outplayed.

With a mixture of frustration and resignation, Roman watched as Allen’s winning hand was revealed, and the crowd erupted into applause, acknowledging Allen. Roman, though disappointed, maintained his stoic facade, hiding any visible signs of defeat.

In the realm of high-stakes gambling, fortunes could be won or lost in an instant. Roman had made a daring move, but luck had eluded him this time. He understood the inherent risks involved, the ever-present possibility of losing it all.

No, that was not it. Something has been throwing him off his game all day long–and not just in poker.

As the chips were swept away by the dealer, Roman took a moment to gather his thoughts. This would not deter him.

With a nod to Allen, acknowledging his victory, Roman stood up from the table. The crowd parted.

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