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."

let out

aliases does

con artist, always surrounded by

end of the game, aside from Beck, the biggest winner was

giving her a few more

at the color of the chips, totaling up to about

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

could she really walk away from this

was it because she couldn't walk away that she ended up becoming

would Stella have brazenly taken her place to

care less, standing up to leave for

no bounds, with a garden that stretched up to the

lighting up his first cigarette, only to hear the rustle

inexperienced in these matters; he knew exactly what that

fingers,

you're my treasure, you know that? How do

glances at Beck?

Stella's voice, devoid of any deliberate sultriness, rather

him,

young masters just like she

the thought, as

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

and you still dare to bring

to die under the peony,

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

burning down between his fingers, his brow

engage in unforgivable acts

not expecting