Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2057

Beck couldn't be bothered to look at Stella anymore, but then he heard Nydia let out a sigh.

"Look, if a person isn't absolutely cornered, pushed to the brink where dying isn't even an option, why would they ever choose to become a monster? This underground casino has been running for years, and trust me, I've seen more types of people than you can imagine." Beck suddenly fell silent, his slender fingers fiddling with a poker chip, lost in thought.

Stella, wrapped in a man's embrace, had already made her way to the table.

When she spotted Beck, she acted as if she didn't know him, obediently standing by the man's side like a trophy.

Beck won a good amount of chips in the meantime, noticing the man's hand creeping under Stella's dress.

Stella seemed oblivious, continuing to whisper something in the man's ear.

The man raised an eyebrow and upped the ante.

This round, the man won, delightedly planted a kiss on Stella's cheek, and handed her three chips as a reward.

Stella leaned into him with a laugh, eliciting whistles from the crowd.

It was her outfit, really-turning heads, with curves in all the right places.

Just looking at her was enough to make anyone's throat tighten.

But Beck saw through it-Stella's gambling skills were top-notch. The rounds the man won were all thanks to her subtle guidance.

Beck got serious, winning a few more rounds, until his gaze clashed with Stella's across the table.

The man holding Stella seemed to recognize Beck.

"Sweetie Jennie, you know Mr. Sanders?"

Stella shook her head. "Don't know him."

out a scoff.

how many aliases does

artist, always surrounded

Beck,

giving her a few more

color of the chips,

before, Stella's skill in swindling men out of their money

walk away

walk away that she

have brazenly taken her place to make a clean

less, standing up to leave for

no bounds, with a garden that stretched

a darker spot, lighting up his first cigarette, only to

inexperienced in these matters; he knew exactly what

fingers,

that? How do you manage to be good

you sneaking glances at Beck?

another drag, hearing Stella's voice, devoid

like him,

know, Elle hates those lofty young masters just like she

flicked ash off his cigarette, scoffing at the thought, as he

come here, let me kiss you, I've missed you. Ever since you've been with the boss, I've

with your boss, and you still

peony, a romantic even in death,

thought what he was hearing was absolutely against all morals Stella playing around like this, wasn't she

burning down between his fingers,

expected them to engage in unforgivable acts right there, but

shadows, probably not expecting anyone to be there.