His Precious Love

Chapter 96 Pawn Myself

“That’s right.” Meredith glanced at the poker-faced Rayna and deliberately raised her voice. “Her husband pursued me because she has a sexual disorder. Am I right, Ms. Garland? Still, you’ve really opened my eyes, Ms. Garland. Because of your gentle appearance, I didn’t expect you to be so cunning, causing me to be dismissed from Faymon Group. Alas. If I had known this side of you earlier, I would’ve rejected your husband when he wooed me back then.”

Rayna sneered inwardly. This Meredith is certainly crafty with her words. She managed to whitewash herself while dragging me through the mud with just a few sentences.

“That’s right. Even the nicest person will retaliate when driven into a corner.” Rayna smiled faintly and parted her red, plump lips. “I merely defended my marriage using a normal method, so there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“You’re so full of excuses, Ms. Garland. If you wish to defend your marriage, you could’ve just divorced him. Why did you have to go to so much trouble?”

Rayna replied in resignation, “That won’t do. I might be forced to leave him without getting anything out of the marriage if I divorced him. You’ve trained my ex-husband too well, so I had to keep my guard up.”

Feeling humiliated, Meredith glared at Rayna. She’s becoming!

The other men sitting around the table merely laughed, listening to Rayna and Meredith’s argument.

They couldn’t care less about who was mistress in that complicated relationship as they were enjoying themselves like watching a show.

Gavin asked in amusement, “Ms. Garland, do you really have a sexual disorder? This is such a waste because you’re so gorgeous.”

Before Rayna could reply, Meredith uttered sarcastically, “Who knows if that’s the truth? After all, I heard rumors about sightings of her spending the night in a hotel with Mr. Faymon. I commend you for your diligence in working overtime, Ms. Garland.”

“Ms. Garland, we’re all close acquaintances, so we’re just joking around.” Simon chuckled and pretended to comfort Rayna, “Why don’t you take my place to play the game? I’m getting tired anyway.”

Rayna shook her head and replied tenderly, “Mr. Smith, you should find someone else. I’m not good at playing poker.”

Meredith took a quick look at Rayna as her mind raced. I’ve not seen Rayna giving Mr. Smith any advice from the moment she sat beside him. Julian also mentioned to me that Rayna is very terrible at playing poker.

whispered something beside his ear. He nodded and shifted his eyes onto Rayna, staring at her lecherously as if he

got up from Gavin’s embrace and chirped, “You shouldn’t refuse Mr. Smith’s offer since he’s being so kind to you. I’m not skilled at playing poker too. Will it be fair if I

other man sitting around the table quickly got up and vacated the seat

took the

into the chair, seizing the opportunity to brush his hands against her soft skin. “You can keep the money you

a conflicted expression. “Is

ahead and enjoy

that case, I shall join you all to play the game, Mr. Gibson. However, I hope you don’t disdain me because

This is just a form of entertainment

dealt, Rayna moved the cards closer to her in an amateur

some time, Gavin revealed the river, to which Meredith showed the cards

her lip, seemingly feeling

repeatedly won, while

I’m bad at playing poker, but not to the extent of losing every round! Mr. Smith, let’s not have

and replied cheerfully, “Sure. Play the game

seem to have luck on her side because the cash in her wallet was depleted after

eyes glinted as they

reluctance to admit defeat, as if she was determined to gain the winning hand. Whenever her glass was filled with wine, she would swag the alcohol in frustration. In the end, she even

Taking in Rayna’s drunken mien, Simon knew she wouldn’t last much longer, so he put on an act to persuade her, “You’ve even used your necklace as collateral. You don’t have any

She said, “Rayna, if you’re out of cash, I can loan you some. However,

feet unsteadily as

to accept the outcome of losing for the whole night. A hesitant look flashed across

wagered.” She pointed at herself. “Let’s play one last round.

trap. “That won’t do. You’re so drunk right now. What if you deny that you’ve made this bet when you’re sober

sign an agreement then!” Rayna slammed her hands on the tabletop and announced, “I must win today. I don’t believe I’m