You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

When the words came out, all the people had changed their faces. Losing money was one thing, but losing a life ... was something completely different.

Mr. Clark laughed dryly, “It's just a poker game. It's supposed to be entertaining. Ms. Knowles, don't take it too seriously.”

“Yeah, yeah, Ms. Knowles is joking, right?" Senator Hughes also began to get nervous.

After all, today they were at Otis’ place, and they didn't want to make things too awkward for Otis.

Otis did not say anything. He would like to see what she was going to do.

Joyce pulled out a fruit fork from the fruit plate in front of her and played with it in her hand.

The long fruit fork made a few spins in her hand, and the silver flashes were dazzling.

“It's a joke, and it's not a joke. Let's just do this. If I lose, I'll scratch my face. If you lose, you lose your right hand. How about that, Mr. Moore? Please try not to lose then."

After saying that, she gently flung her hand backwards.

The fruit fork in his hand flew straight out.

To the surprise of Mr. Clark, Senator Hughes, and Mr. Moore...

fork hit the bullseye of the board behind

Precisely the bullseye.

Clark's jaw dropped in shock and he almost fell out of his chair. She ... she didn't

Hughes also opened his

wonder she could be that

Joyce knew that there was a dartboard not far behind her, and that there were usually such things hanging on the wall in clubs for entertainment purposes. She

was large and thus

only 0.5 mm in diameter, and she could still hit

even have to look at the bullseye

the board before him. In addition to shock, there was also desire and impulse in his

woman

been a long time since he had

just like he wanted power back then,

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about it, Mr. Moore?

raised her long eyebrows, provocatively, and also

her cards from the table, looked at

on