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

aliases does she

always

Beck, the biggest winner

thrilled, giving her a

glanced at the color of the chips, totaling up to

of their money was indeed impressive. These suckers were all too

she really walk

it because she couldn't walk away

found, would Stella have brazenly taken her place to make a

standing up to leave for a smoke in the

luxury knew no bounds, with a garden that stretched up to the sky, blooming all

spot, lighting up his first cigarette, only to

matters; he knew exactly what that

paused between his fingers, he

treasure, you know that? How

at Beck? Huh, do you

voice, devoid of any

him,

hates those lofty young masters just

off his cigarette, scoffing at the

missed you. Ever since you've been with the

and you

peony, a romantic even in death,

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

down between his fingers, his brow

to engage in unforgivable acts right

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