Tyson, perplexed, glanced at Tyrone. After another two rounds, Tyrone revealed a hearts nine.
“I win!” Sabrina declared, laying her cards on the table.
“Wait a minute,” Tyson intervened. “Did you let her win on purpose, Tyrone?” Sabrina, surprised, glanced at Tyrone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had thought her victories were pure chance. Could he have intentionally let her win? “No,” Tyrone denied.
However, Tyson didn't listen to him and boldly extended his hand, eager to catch a glimpse of Tyrone’s cards.
Tyrone made a decisive move, scattering the cards about.
The revelation was clear to all.
Tyson erupted, “No fair, Tyrone. It's cheating!” With a dismissive grin, Tyrone brushed him off. His gaze found Sabrina, suggesting, “It's late. Time to head home?” “Sure.” “Want another round?” Tyson offered.
“Another day. You guys carry on; tonight's on me.” Waving a farewell, Tyrone and Sabrina intertwined their hands
and departed.
The person at the front was short and fat. When he noticed Tyrone, he approached him cheerfully, saying, “Hello, Mr.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBlakely!” Unruffled, Tyrone returned the acknowledgment. “Mr. Clifford.” “Quite a surprise to bump into you here,” Elton Clifford said.
A brief exchange of small talk followed, after which Elton chuckled.
“Mr. Blakely, you really did splurge on Galilea’s birthday party. Is she still on the set?” Without a word, Tyrone simply nodded.
Clearly, he had no interest in discussing anything related to Galilea.
Glancing at Sabrina standing beside Tyrone, Elton mused, “Time sure does fly! Galilea was a little ponytailed girl calling me uncle not long ago. Now, she’s all grown up, all about her work while her peers have kids.” “Each person has their own aspirations and goals,” Tyrone replied indifferently.