[Jake's POV]
Evelyn's gaze remained fixed on mine.
She didn't immediately look down at the pot or her own chips. Her breathing was steady, her posture relaxed. She was a master of emotional control, projecting an aura of absolute indifference. The kind of indifference that costs people millions.
"Call," she said, sliding two million in chips to the center of the table. The ceramic clicked against the felt, heavy and final.
She burned another card and dealt the turn. A Four of Clubs. A complete blank. It didn't help my flush or my straight.
"Check," she said again, her voice smooth and even.
