NovelEnglish"Stop dreaming. Wake up."
The chatter never stopped.
Luther gave a gentle nod to the crowd as his eyes traveled back and forth across the hall.
Finally, in the southeast corner, he found her.
When he saw her, she was sitting at a table with Otis, and three other men.
His good-looking almond eyes narrowed, and his dark eyes were tinged with mild anger.
This woman was really insensitive to danger at all.
There were several people at the table that he knew.
Among them, Mr. Moore was from the Military Intelligence Agency. Could a spy be anything good?
Knowing that Luther had arrived in the ballroom, Joyce purposely pretended to be calm and she urged Otis on.
"Mr. Robertson, why don't you deal the card? Everyone is waiting for the last card?"
Otis coldly swept a few glances at Luther.
He never thought that Luther would actually dare to come.
"Okay, the last card."
Otis dealt the last card, which turned out to be the ace of hearts.
The public cards on the table now are, the k of diamonds, the 7 of clubs, the 10 of diamonds, the 9 of diamonds, and the ace of
hearts.
Mr. Clark and Senator Hughes, who were already out of the game, both gave a "tsk".
"There have been two big cards on the table. It's tto place your bets." They urged, having folded themselves and now waiting
for a good show.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMr. Moore was nothing like them.
They were all waiting for Mr. Moore to revenge their losses.
That woman was too arrogant.
Judging from the current deck of cards, they knew, obviously, if anyone had a k or an ace, then it would be the sas having a
big pair.
If anyone could make two pairs, it would be even bigger.
Mr. Moore looked at the cards in his hand and didn't show anything on his face.
The last card was just great.
He was originally holding an ace of spades and a ten of hearts, and already had a pair of tens before he followed through to the
end.
He didn't expect the last card gave him the biggest pair, and he had two pairs with that.
He felt like he was winning.
At this point, Joyce took the lead and pushed all the chips in front of her down, all the way to the middle of the table.
"Allin."
What a magnificent and confident move.
She smiled smugly, her lips curving in a sexy arc.
This smile reminded them of the poppies of hell. Although it was more beautiful than everything else in this world, it sent chills
down their backs instead.
Mr. Moore, who was confident, suddenly hesitated when he saw the smile.
All-in? The stakes were too high for him.
He knew that playing Texas Holdem was all about psychological tactics.
He prided himself on his intelligence work and his knowledge of people.
But even with all his experience, he could not tell whether the woman in front of him really had a big hand or was pretending. The
public cards on the deck were nine, ten, and king, which was actually quite a dangerous hand. If she had a jack or a queen,
wouldn't she have a straight? But was it possible?
"Mr. Moore, isn't it too boring to just bet money on a poker glike today."
Joyce looked straight at Mr. Moore with her legs folded and she was exuding a lazy and sexy aura all over.
Otis looked sideways at her with interest, "What does Ms. Knowles want to bet?"
"Huh." Joyce smiled more wickedly, "Huh, life is just so boring. How about we bet our lives?"
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