NovelStart"Huh. Senator Hughes, maybe you can ask around and see who's willing to lend you schips?" 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 becan end game.
Who would want to lend their chips to Senator Hughes at a tlike this?
Senator Hughes looked livid and gloomy.
Unexpectedly, he was kicked out of the gso fast.
It was a shto 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.
"Okay, I'm going to start dealing the cards."
Otis dealt three public cards, the king of diamonds, the seven of clubs, and the ten of diamonds.
This round, everyone betted fifty chips again, and Joyce called the same, with no additional raises.
Otis looked around and dealt a fourth card in his hand, the nine of diamonds.
At this point, the cards on the table were a bit interesting.
There were three diamonds, and even the king of diamonds.
Mr. Clark looked at the cards in his hand 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
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And the fact that he just frowned slight was captured Joyce clearly.
Joyce then knew for sure that this Mr. Clark had no hope of winning this time.
They were play cards, but it was never just about cards. It was also about psychological tactics.
You had to know how to hide your expression in order to confuse your opponents.
Mr. Clark was simply too weak.
She was the first to raise the bet, "Two hundred."
She directly quadrupled the bet, with a decisive, unhesitating look.
They sure would think that she must have taken a strong hand, otherwise she would not dare to be so bold.
Did she already get two pairs? Or maybe three?
Obviously, it made no sense for Mr. Clark to follow.
He still wanted to keep his money.
"Forget it, | won't follow."
He pushed his card forward, indicating a fold.
"I'm following then."
Mr. Moore pushed his two hundred chips towards the middle, with a relaxed tone and a laid-back demeanor.
Now there were only two people left at the table, Joyce and Mr. Moore.
She raised her eyes slightly. Mr. Moore was from the Military Intelligence Agency.
So he was nothing like Mr. Clark and Senator Hughes.
Since he could be a secret agent, he was simply not like ordinary people. No to mention what he had kept in his mind, it would be
difficult enough to know him for what he really was.
So, she didn't even bother to read Mr. Moore's expression either.
"Okay, I'll deal the last card."
Otis' eyes kept scanning back and forth on Joyce.
At this time, at the banquet hall, the peaceful melody was echoing all the time.
With a "Ding".
The elevator opened up again.
There was then quite a commotion among the crowd.
There were shouts of surprise and awe, all from women.
Even the women around Joyce flocked to the elevator.
Joyce couldn't help but frown, and she didn't have to look up to know it.
What could have caused such a stir among the women but...
Luther Warner.
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