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

how many aliases

always surrounded by

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

giving her

of the chips, totaling up

skill in swindling men out of their money was indeed impressive. These suckers were all

she really walk away from

away that she

Stella have brazenly

couldn't care less, standing up to

with a garden

a darker spot, lighting up his first cigarette,

inexperienced in these matters; he knew exactly what

his fingers, he took a drag, saying

know that? How do

sneaking glances at Beck? Huh, do you like

hearing Stella's voice, devoid of any

him,

those lofty young masters just like she hates her

scoffing at the thought,

Ever since you've been with the boss,

boss, and you still

to die under the peony, a

morals Stella playing around like this, wasn't

cigarette burning down

engage in unforgivable acts right there, but then

probably not expecting