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

public cards, the king of diamonds, the seven of clubs, and the

everyone betted fifty chips again, and Joyce called the

fourth card in

the cards on the table were

were three diamonds, 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

the fact that he just frowned slight was captured Joyce clearly. Joyce then knew for sure that this Mr.

was never just about cards. It was also

hide your

was

to raise

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

she already get two pairs? Or

made no sense for Mr. Clark to

still wanted to keep

I won't

his card forward, indicating a

“I'm following then."

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

Mr. Moore. She