Female Novel
Chapter 861
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."
After saying that, she turned around gracefully and her burgundy back disappeared enchantingly into
the middle of the banquet hall.
Otis covetously looked at her straight back and perfect lines, and could not move his eyes for a long
time.
Finally Mr. Clark kept prodding him, "Mr. Robertson, what cards did she have? Is it really a flush?"novelbin
Senator Hughes was also curious and eagerly awaited.
Mr. Moore looked even gloomier. He thought he had been somewhat humiliated by this Ms. Knowles
just now.
Otis bowed his head and took a look at the cards.
His eyes were wide open and he froze on the spot.
This woman ... had really got a lot of nerve.
Far from a flush, she had only a queen of diamonds and, the smallest of all cards, a 3 of clubs. It was
clearly a bad hand, but surprisingly she played it like she had the best hand ever.
It was simply amazing ...
The three of them then wanted to come up to see the cards.
"Mr. Robertson, what exactly did she have?"
Otis, however, put the cards down again, and with a faint smile, he mixed the two cards right into the
rest of the cards.
In this way, no 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 to
show her hand."
Otis balked and added coldly, "You don’t always know how you fail."
The others then all sat back in dismay.
It was a shame, but there was nothing they could do about it, and they did not even dare to complain.
"Mr. Robertson has good eyes, and Ms. Knowles is really something. And I wonder, how Mr. Robertson
has found such a treasure."
Mr. Clark continued to flatter.
After he saw how she threw her fork, now he no longer had any idea about Ms. Knowles.
He felt he better stay away from such a woman if he wanted to live longer.
"Mr. Robertson, she doesn’t seem very easy to tame."
Mr. Moore had a general idea that he must have been tricked by this Ms. Knowles.
He was so upset that he couldn't help but warn Mr. Robertson.
"Hahahaha."
Otis laughed out loud, "It's only fun when a woman’s hard to tame. Even with horses, I want the fiercest
one.”
"Then I will be looking forward to the day when Mr. Robertson could finally tame this wild horse. Mr.
Robertson, next time, make sure you play cards with us with her on your lap." Mr. Clark's voice became
increasingly obscene.
"Yes, only Mr. Robertson could do that. We'll see."
Senator Hughes chimed in.
"Hahahaha."
The more they talked, the more dirty their conversation became...