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

public cards, the king of diamonds, the

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

a fourth card in his hand, the nine

point, the cards on the table were a bit

were three diamonds, and even

definitely out of the question. Even if the last card was dealt later, he could at best make a

then knew for sure that this Mr. Clark had

it was never just about cards.

had to know how to hide your expression in order to

was

the first to raise the bet,

directly quadrupled the bet, with a decisive, unhesitating look. They sure would think that she must have taken a strong hand, otherwise she would not dare to be so

already get two

it made no sense for Mr.

still wanted to keep his

it, I won't

pushed his card forward,

“I'm following then."

chips towards the middle, with a relaxed tone and

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