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.

T

Sienna didn’t

amount of money was

his friends. “Y’ve

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

the cards again. The game changed to just comparing card values. Everyone’s stakes turned to 3 million

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

Serving as the dealer, after dealing five cards to everyone, he said, “Place your bets” He looked like a

at their cards and

at her cards. Her eyes were half-closed. Her slender, fair

glanced at his cards and then looked up. He

juice, took a sip, and spoke up unhurriedly. “Single round to

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

None of them had much to brag about. The best anyone had was Bruce’s pair. Now only Yvette and Frankie’s cards were still

frowned. He didn’t reply to

a bit insecure. Yve might have a trick up her sleeve. But how could she be so confident if she hadn’t even looked at her cards

her juice, taking

a bit. He was confident in his gambling skills and he believed that even if Yvette was a genius,

all in. Yve,

eyebrows slightly arched as she lightly touched the rim of her cup with

“Okay,” Yvette responded

saying, “Since both

eagerly revealed his cards. It was a straight flush to the King. That

in less than a minute. Thank you, Yve, and thanks everyone for watching,”

Chris

the master gambler at a casino in Mysonna. He picked up about thirty percent of the skill. Winning was

raised her eyebrows. She set down her juice. Then she slightly turned her head, speaking with a calm and steady voice, “Thank

Bruce sighed and thought,

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

the so-called heir to the master gambler’s legacy? Where’s the next big shot in the casino scene?

that Yvette was just

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