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.

to Grace. "I'll wait outside.

After two

to stand up, the door was suddenly pushed open

sounded. "Sorry for being

Grace

a woman full of charm. Though she was aging and had fine lines at the corners of her eyes, her every move exuded a seductive

called," Priscilla replied

to see such beauty. Which family are you

didn't appreciate how

familiar and hesitated

some urgent matters to

I'm sorry, ladies."

Grace reached the door, she overheard Jean asking, "I heard your son, Jake, had an

Jake?

greatly. As soon as he recovered, Raymond sent him abroad to oversee

grip on the door handle and stepped back.

react to her return in time, but Isla had already stood up to vacate her seat. "Then, let's enjoy ourselves. I'll go make coffee." The heiress of the Lewis

met the other ladies before,