Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Yvette sat on the couch, resting her hands to one side, and crossed her legs. She took the cup from Frankie, smirked a little, and leaned back a bit. She tapped the scattered cards on the couch with her cool fingers.

Yvette raised an eyebrow, stayed silent for a few seconds, then asked plainly. How much are you betting?”

Startled, Frankie looked up, feeling a bit confused.

Sienna quickly replied, “Yve, it is Frankie who sets up the game. The cap is 150 thousand dollars”

Yvette glanced at the chips in front of them.

Chris had just a few chips. Sienna and Bruce had about a dozen each. Frankie had a towering stack, almost overflowing. It was clear to tell who won and who lost at a single glance.

Suddenly, Frankie’s eyes lit up, thinking, I can’t take back the courtyard house Mr. Chavez tricked me out of. But I could win a little money from Yvette: So Frankie sincerely extended an invitation.

“Yve, do you play? Want to join us?” Frankie asked

Yvette nodded and promptly joined them at the poker table. They sat around, with Frankie bringing snacks, juice, and sweets from the fridge.

In the first ten rounds, Frankie won eight times. By then, he was thrilled.

“Yve, it seems you’re not good at playing cards. If we’d known, we wouldn’t have played for 150 thousand dollars,” Frankie said.

Bruce dropped a deuce on the table without any change in expression. Then he glanced at Frankie, who was already floating. on cloud nine.

Yvette propped her cheek with her hand. She was too lazy to move. After taking a slow sip of her juice, she looked up at Frankie, a sly grin on her lips.

Her gaze shifted slightly. She was completely relaxed and carefree, asking Frankie, “How much do you want to play for?” Frankie thought seriously for a moment, then amidst everyone’s gaze, held up three fingers.

Yvette casually toyed with the poker cards between her pale fingers, lounging entirely on the couch.

“3 million dollars? Okay,” Yvette said.

Hearing Yvette’s words, Chris paused for a moment, then quietly took out his phone to transfer 3 million dollars from his bank account.

‘I might not know how to play, but I sure know how to lose,’ Chris thought.

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and Sienna

money

He felt awkward winning too much from his friends. “Y’ve hadn’t won a single round out of

3 million dollar bet. ‘Well, then I can’t be blamed for what’s gonna happen,

to just comparing card values. Everyone’s stakes turned

the last round, Frankie won 500 thousand dollars. Bruce won 100 thousand dollars. Yvette lost all 150

Serving as the dealer, after dealing five cards to

at their cards and then tossed

Her eyes were half-closed. Her slender, fair fingers tapped lightly on

and then looked up. He was full of

and spoke up unhurriedly. “Single round to

had already looked at his cards. His hole cards were a straight flush up to the King. Unless Yvette had a straight flush up to the Ace, he was bound to

of them had much to brag about. The best anyone had was Bruce’s

frowned. He didn’t reply to

there wouldn’t be a chance for a comeback. I am a bit insecure. Yve might have a trick up her sleeve.

wasn’t in a hurry either. She leisurely drank her juice, taking a moment to glance at her phone without

a bit. He was confident in his gambling skills and he believed that even if Yvette was a genius, she could not

in. Yve,

slightly arched as she lightly touched the rim

“Okay,” Yvette responded

them agreed to go all in, Emmett cleared his throat, saying, “Since both Yve

a confident smile as he eagerly revealed his cards. It was a straight flush to the King. That

million dollars will be gone in less than a

Bruce, and Chris

Mysonna. He picked up about thirty percent of the skill. Winning was

her juice. Then she slightly turned her head, speaking with a calm and steady voice, “Thank you for the

and

one by one. It was another straight flush, clear as day. It perfectly topped Frankie’s hand.

was greatly frustrated. “Where’s the so-called heir to the master gambler’s legacy? Where’s the next big shot

that Yvette was just playing dumb to

posture and stood up gracefully. Her voice was cool and indifferent, saying, Tm