"Hearts five," Tyrone declared.

"T have it!" Sabrina exclaimed, grabbing the card with quick fingers

The game continued, and Tyrone presented a square five.

"Got it!" Sabrina declared triumphantly, her winning card held high

Tyson, perplexed, glanced at Tyrone. After another two rounds, Tyrone revealed a hearts nine.

"I win!" Sabrina declared, laying her cards on the table.

“Wait a minute," Tyson intervened. "Did you let her win on purpose, Tyrone?"

Sabrina, surprised, glanced at Tyrone.

She had thought her victories were pure chance. Could he have intentionally let her win?

"No," Tyrone denied.

However, Tyson didn't listen to him and boldly extended his hand, eager to catch a glimpse of Tyrone's cards.

Tyrone made a decisive move, scattering the cards about.

The revelation was clear to all.

Tyson erupted, "No fair, Tyrone. It's cheating!"

With a dismissive grin, Tyrone brushed him off. His gaze found Sabrina, suggesting, “It's late. Time to head home?"

"Sure."

“Want another round?" Tyson offered.

“Another day. You guys carry on; tonight's on me."

Waving a farewell, Tyrone and Sabrina intertwined their hands and departed.

The person at the front was short and fat. When he noticed Tyrone, he approached him cheerfully, saying, "Hello, Mr. Blakely!"