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.

sent a text to Grace. "I'll wait outside. Come out after two

was her plan, too. After two rounds, she politely

she was about to stand up, the door

voice sounded. "Sorry for being late,

that, Grace turned

her eyes, her every move exuded a seductive

left as soon as you called," Priscilla replied

rare to

didn't appreciate

familiar and hesitated

some urgent matters to

I'm sorry, ladies."

insist on her staying. As Grace reached the door, she overheard Jean asking, "I

Jake?

as he recovered, Raymond sent him abroad to oversee a

and stepped back. "My plans

Isla had already stood up to vacate her seat. "Then, let's enjoy ourselves. I'll go make

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