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

how many aliases does she

artist, always surrounded by

game, aside from Beck, the biggest winner was the man by

seemed thrilled, giving her a

color of the

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

really walk away from

away that she ended up

have brazenly taken her place to make a

care less, standing up to

bounds, with a garden

his first cigarette, only to hear the

these matters; he knew exactly what that sound

his fingers, he took

that? How do you manage to

glances at Beck? Huh, do you like

Stella's voice, devoid of any

him,

lofty young masters just like she hates

at the thought, as he

you, I've missed you. Ever since you've been with

with your boss, and you still dare to bring me

to die under the peony, a romantic even in

morals

at the cigarette burning down between his fingers, his

expected them to engage in unforgivable acts right

emerged from the shadows, probably not expecting anyone to be there. Seeing him,