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 a scoff.

aliases

con artist, always surrounded by

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

her a

color of the chips, totaling up to about

she'd met at the bar before, Stella's skill in swindling men out of their money was indeed

walk away from this

it because she couldn't walk away that

been found, would Stella have brazenly taken

care less, standing up to leave for a smoke

knew no bounds, with a garden that stretched

first cigarette, only

these matters; he

between his fingers,

that? How do you manage to be good

at Beck? Huh,

voice, devoid of any

him,

those lofty young masters just like she hates her own

scoffing at the thought, as

you. Ever since you've been with the boss, I've

know I'm with your boss, and you still dare to bring

to die under the peony, a

was hearing was absolutely against all morals Stella

the cigarette burning down between

unforgivable acts right there,

not expecting anyone to be there. Seeing him, she