Tyrone smiled and declined, shaking his head. "You go ahead and play."

Catching a glimpse of Tyrone and then Sabrina, Tyson chuckled.

"Sabrina, don't say that again. The winnings are all yours."

Tyrone simply grinned, his gaze fixed on Sabrina.

The game went on, but Sabrina's winning streak ended with Tyrone's arrival.

It seemed as though her luck had disappeared entirely.

As another round began, Tyson glanced at Tyrone, smiling slyly.

"Perhaps you should step out, Tyrone. You seem to have jinxed Sabrina."

Tyrone responded with a smile and remained silent.

Sabrina pinched her fingers and said, "How about you play?"

"No, you should continue."

"I'm afraid I'LL end up losing a Lot of money."

"It doesn't matter."

Tyson smiled and said, "That's right. Sabrina, you don't have to worry about him. He has a lot of money.”

Sabrina had to continue to play.

Rolf then rose from his chair, requesting Tyrone, "I need to use the washroom. Can you play for me?"

Tyrone agreed without hesitation

Rolf exited the room, making his way to the restroom.

In his place, Tyrone picked up the deck of cards, arranging them with precision.

Sabrina, however, wasn't so lucky. Her poor hand caused a ripple of anxiety beneath her calm exterior. Her fingers slowly stroked the card.