You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"Huh. Senator Hughes, maybe you can ask around and see who's willing to lend you some chips?" Joyce leaned gracefully back in her chair.

She then pointed to Mr. Moore and Mr. Clark.

Neither Mr. Moore nor Mr. Clark made a sound.

At such a point, it was if it had become an end game.

Who would want to lend their chips to Senator Hughes at a time like this?

Senator Hughes looked livid and gloomy.

Unexpectedly, he was kicked out of the game so fast.

It was a shame to be forced to fold by this gorgeous woman in front of him just after the opening of the game.

He realized that perhaps the words he had just said had offended her, so she might have targeted at him.

What a vengeful woman! He better not cross her in the future.

He grimaced and was forced to push his cards toward the center. That was a straight folding.

Next, Mr. Moore called a fifty-chip bet.

I'm going to

three public cards, the king of diamonds, the seven of clubs, and the ten of

chips again, and Joyce called the same, with no

dealt a fourth card in his

on

three diamonds, and even the king of

too small, and this hand was definitely out of the question. Even if the last card was dealt later,

then knew for sure that this Mr. Clark had no

cards, but it was never just about cards. It was also

to hide your expression in order to

was simply

the first to raise the bet, "Two

think that she must have taken a

two pairs?

no sense for Mr. Clark

still wanted to keep his

it, I won't

pushed his card forward,

“I'm following then."

hundred chips towards the

left at the table, Joyce and Mr. Moore. She raised her eyes slightly. Mr. Moore was from