No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 1317 I Envy Them!

Elisa suddenly pursed her lips.

She wasn't afraid of drinking, but she didn't like the strong smell of the alcohol because…

Gareth would rather meet with clients than face her at home in the past. She was reminded of her pathetic self that only ever waited for Gareth, who came home with the scent of alcohol all over him.

When she was about to reject him politely, Gareth took the wine glass from the man. "She doesn't know how to drink. I'll drink on behalf of her."

Elisa awkwardly smiled since Gareth had already explained it this way.

The man wasn't satisfied but didn't want to force her with so many people around.

If rumors went around about how the KKCD casino put a lady in a difficult position as he couldn't owe up to his defeat, he wouldn't be able to save his dignity.

"Sure, you can drink on behalf of Ms. Benett. Cheers!"

He then swallowed his drink in one gulp.

Gareth didn't hesitate to do the same.

However, the masked man crossed his arms on the table, looking amused.

He followed them without hesitation when he knew that Gareth brought Elisa to the KKCD casino. He wanted to know what Gareth had up his sleeves.

But he never imagined that Gareth would bring Elisa to gamble!

the side before, and even when

out. Hence, as soon as

shuffle

as

the number three, and the other six people had six, five, eight, seven, three, and ace,

masked man saw his card, he slowly lifted the corner of his lips

him as she kept

but with different symbols. What is there to

pleased as he got eight of spades. His subordinates and the masked man couldn't

Gareth wouldn't have one higher than him. He would still have the higher card even if he had the same

confident he would win

would run out. Hence, os soon os they finished the wine, he hurried them to continue the gome, soying, "I'm busy. If you're still ploying, then let's

to shuffle ond distribute

wosn't os lucky this

cord wos the number three, ond the other six people hod six, five, eight,

sow his cord, he slowly lifted the corner of his lips ond proudly excloimed, "Ms. Benett, I hove o higher cord thon

to him os she

number three but with different symbols. Whot is there to be hoppy

seot wos undeniobly pleosed os he got eight of spodes. His

thon him. He would still hove

confident he would

the man in the center seat. They wanted to see when Gareth and Elisa's luck would run out. Hence, as soon as they finished the wine, he hurried them