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 start dealing

king of diamonds,

chips again, and Joyce called the same, with

dealt a fourth card

the cards on the table were a bit

diamonds, and even the

definitely out of the question. Even if the last card was dealt later,

that he just frowned slight was captured Joyce clearly. Joyce then knew for sure that this Mr. Clark had

it was never just

to hide your expression in

was simply

to raise the

They sure would think that she must have taken a strong hand, otherwise she would

she already get two pairs?

made no sense for

to keep

it, I won't

card forward, indicating

“I'm following then."

the middle, with a relaxed tone and a laid-back

only two people left at the table, Joyce and Mr. Moore. She raised her