His grandfather, a humble farmer, had led a simple life. He worked in the city during his youth and later returned to the farm as he grew older. Throughout the year, he remained occupied, with only a few days of rest during the Christmas.

During the cold winter months, when people preferred to stay indoors, they would gather and play poker to pass the time

When Sabrina was just a little girl, she would drag a tiny stool over and perch behind her grandfather, her eyes glued to the flurry of cards. Gradually, she picked up the game.

"Just observe a couple of games, and you'll get the hang of it."

Not long after, Tyrone's phone started ringing.

He retrieved his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen, noticing that it was a business call.

He rose from his chair and strolled out, his voice trailing behind him.

“Sabrina, play for me."

After observing a few more games, Sabrina had the game rules down pat.

She nodded and said, “Alright.”

Taking up Tyrone's spot at the table, she had a few rounds before a question popped into her mind. "So, what's the worth of a single chip?"

Tyson held up two fingers in response.

Her eyebrows arched in surprise.

Rolf chimed in with an explanation, "That's twenty thousand."

Bewildered and a little alarmed, Sabrina's attitude to the game quickly shifted.

At the stairway of the corridor, Tyrone finished his call and turned to see Eddie a few steps away.

"Why'd you step out?" Tyrone inquired.

"Just needed a bit of fresh air." Eddie walked over to Tyrone and paused next to him. "I realize I might be overstepping, but I've got to ask. What's your plan, Tyrone?”

Eddie probed further when met with silence. "Are you planning to keep Galilea as your mistress indefinitely?"

"No."