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.

her voice gentle. For some reason, the moment

Joyce whispered quietly

teach you. We’re already here, might as well

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Chapter 433

the time,”

long dress swayed gracefully, accentuating her elegant

her, Alessia grabbed a wine glass from the table and, without hesitation, tossed

splashed across him, dripping down his cheeks and soaking a large patch of his designer casual

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

immediately rushing to his defense. One girl hurriedly pulled

hurriedly got to her feet, stepping in front of Alessia and shielding

trembled and her palms were clammy with nervous sweat, but she stood her ground between Alessia and the angry

hand. Joyce glanced back in confusion, but

eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked at the hostile faces

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