You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

If it was not a flush, he really couldn't think of any other patterns she could possibly have to have the courage to provoke him like that. "Huh." Joyce shrugged, gathered all the chips on the table in front of herself and laughed, "There's no rule that the winner has to show her hand.”

“You!” Mr. Moore was a little annoyed.

He lost so much money and he could not even take a look at her hand if he wanted to?

At that moment, in the banquet hall, an escalating tune rang out.

The people inside the hall stirred up again.

Joyce raised her wrist to check the time. It was eight, and Charlotte should be on stage.

She stood up and picked up her handbag, “It's Mrs. Robertson's birthday party, and our warming up entertainment should be over. It's time for everyone to meet our heroine for the day.”

She picked up her two cards and gently placed them in Otis’ hand. Her red lips opened slightly, “As for what my hand is, it depends on whether Mr. Robertson is willing to tell you all. I'll leave you guys to have a good time."

"Wait."

When he saw that she was leaving, Otis was a bit reluctant and he wanted to her hand.

But she deftly avoided it, "Mr. Robertson, please don't forget what we are all here for."

turned around gracefully and her burgundy

perfect lines, and could not move his eyes for a long

prodding him, "Mr. Robertson, what cards did she

was also curious and

even gloomier. He thought he had been somewhat humiliated by this Ms. Knowles

took a look at the

open and he froze on

... had really got a

diamonds and, the smallest of all cards, a 3 of clubs. It was clearly a bad hand, but surprisingly she played it

simply amazing

three of them then wanted to come up to see

what exactly did she

the cards down again, and with a faint smile, he mixed the

one but him would ever know what cards she had taken. "If you lose, you lose, and you don't need to know her cards. There is no rule that the winner has

know how you fail." The others

could do about it,

is really something. And I

Clark continued