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

again, and Joyce called the same, with no additional

and dealt a fourth card in his hand, the nine of

the cards on

three diamonds, and even the

at the cards in his hand and unintentionally frowned. The cards in his hand were too small, and this hand was definitely out of the

was captured Joyce clearly. Joyce then knew for sure that this Mr. Clark had

just

your expression in order to confuse

was

was the first to

look. They sure would think that she must have taken a strong hand, otherwise she would not dare to

already get two

it made no sense for

still wanted to

it, I

card

“I'm following then."

chips towards the middle, with a relaxed tone

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