In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

Unable to find common ground in conversation, they decided to play poker instead.

Wanting to liven things up, Isla made phone calls inviting more people to join. During the waiting period, Grace filled in for two rounds.

"Mrs. Brooke isn't answering her phone. Is something wrong?"

"You don't know? Last night, Mrs. Brooke stormed into Fortress, wielding a knife. It's said that when she arrived, the screens in the lobby were playing a loop of her husband with a woman," Jean recounted excitedly.

"What video?"

"You know, that kind."

The ladies burst into laughter.

"Did she offend someone? The Brooke family has a solid background. Isn't this a slap in their face?"

"Fortress doesn't easily disclose client privacy. Whoever did this must be a big shot."

Grace gazed at the cards in her hand, smiling but saying nothing.

Bored of the women's chatter, Victor excused himself for some fresh air.

"I'll wait outside. Come

After two rounds, she politely prepared to

about to stand up, the door was suddenly pushed open from the

soft voice sounded. "Sorry

that, Grace turned

had fine lines at the corners of her eyes, her every move

you called," Priscilla replied as she was pushed

it's rare to see such

appreciate how

familiar and hesitated for

replying, "I have some urgent matters

I'm sorry, ladies."

she overheard Jean asking, "I heard your son,

Jake?

Raymond values him greatly. As soon as he

her grip on the door handle and stepped back. "My plans got canceled. I'll stay and play with you,

seat. "Then, let's enjoy ourselves. I'll go make coffee." The heiress of the Lewis family was not someone she

Priscilla. "I've met the other ladies before, but I don't believe we've met.