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.

to start

king of diamonds, the seven of clubs, and the ten

fifty chips again, and

looked around and dealt a fourth card in his

cards on the

diamonds, and

cards in his hand were too small, and this hand was definitely out of the

captured Joyce clearly. Joyce then knew for sure that this Mr. Clark had no hope of winning

never just about cards. It

to know how to hide your expression in

was simply

the first to

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

she already get two

no sense for Mr. Clark to

still wanted to

I won't

his card

“I'm following then."

two hundred chips towards the middle, with a relaxed tone and a laid-back

Moore.