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

king of diamonds,

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

fourth card

cards on the table were a bit

diamonds, and even the king

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

then

never just about cards. It was

had to know how to hide your expression in

was

the first to raise the bet, "Two

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

two

sense for Mr. Clark to

wanted to keep his

I

his card forward, indicating

“I'm following then."

pushed his two hundred chips towards the middle, with a relaxed

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