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...

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on