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.

going to start dealing

the king of diamonds,

chips again, and Joyce called the

a fourth card in his hand,

cards on the

were three diamonds, and even the

his hand and unintentionally frowned. The cards in his hand were too small, and this hand was definitely out of the question. Even if the last card was dealt later, he could at best make a small

then knew for sure that this Mr.

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

to hide your expression in order to confuse

Clark was

to raise the bet, "Two

that she must have

get two pairs? Or

no sense

still wanted to keep

it, I

his card forward, indicating

“I'm following then."

the middle, with a

Joyce and Mr. Moore. She