A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 433

“No, thank you. We’re not interested,” Alessia replied, her tone crisp and direct as she turned down the invitation.

The man clearly hadn’t expected her to refuse. He glanced back at his friends, who were all watching eagerly, hoping for some entertainment.

But instead of helping, his friends only egged him on, silently urging him to keep trying.

“Oh, come on, gorgeous,” he pleaded. “How about this: if you win, you keep the pot; if you lose, I’ll cover your losses. Just play one round with us, alright? My buddies are all waiting to see me make a fool of myself–if you don’t join in, they’ll be teasing me about it for the rest of the year. You two are beautiful and kind–help me out here, won’t you?”

He motioned to his friend, who quickly came over with a stack of poker chips.

Setting the chips on the table, he draped an arm around Yves’s shoulders. “Come on, ladies, don’t be so uptight. We all know why people come to these parties–no need to be so serious. We’re all just here to have a little fun.”

His words made Joyce frown. There was something in his tone that made her uncomfortable, as if there was a hidden meaning behind his words.

Alessia, however, remained expressionless. She picked up a chip, tossed it into the air, and caught it smoothly on the back of her hand.

“Wow, looks like you know your way around a game,” Yves said, his interest in Alessia clearly piqued.

Wanna play?” Alessia turned to Joyce, her voice gentle. For some reason, the moment felt oddly intimate,

know how,” Joyce whispered

you. We’re already here, might

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the time,” Alessia

up, her long dress swayed gracefully, accentuating

toward her. But before he could touch her, Alessia grabbed a wine glass

down his cheeks and soaking a large patch of his designer casual shirt. Yves

he shouted. “Can’t handle a little fun? Who

to his defense. One girl hurriedly pulled several napkins from the dispenser, handing them to Yves

feet, stepping in front

trembled and her palms were clammy with nervous sweat, but

Joyce glanced back in confusion, but

know who I am?” Alessia asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement

back, dropping his gentlemanly act entirely. “What, too good for us? You think you’re some kind of saint because