The baccarat game in the Salon Privé was a high-stakes arena of psychological warfare. Platinum gaming plaques worth one hundred thousand euros each piled in the center of the green felt table, where the tension between Matteo Bianchi and Victor Reyes was thick enough to choke a horse. "Banker shows an eight," the croupier announced in flawless French, sweeping two cards across the baize toward Reyes. "Player draws to nine,"…
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