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

of diamonds, the seven of

betted fifty chips again, and Joyce called the same, with

card in his hand, the nine of

on the table

and even the king

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 pair, and had no chance of winning at

was captured Joyce clearly. Joyce then knew for sure

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

to know how to hide your

Clark was simply

first to raise the

a decisive, unhesitating look. They sure would think that she

get two pairs? Or

made no sense for Mr. Clark

to keep his

it, I won't

card

“I'm following then."

chips towards the middle, with

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