Chapter 1236

Chapter 1236

"On purpose?” Corentin’s face was shrouded in darkness. “She is just playing the game the way it is.”

“I...” Paul quickly stood up and pushed him. “Pick it up. Do you really want to make Mr. Lloyd

angry?”

Owen caught Paul's warning gaze and gritted his teeth before walking to the corner of the wall to

retrieve the piece of paper on the ground.

After reading its contents, his eyes flickered slightly, and he read aloud, “Choose one of the men

present and feed him wine with your mouth.”

Paul's body trembled. How dare he read it out loud?

He knew Owen was impulsive, but he did not think he was so clueless. It seemed that Ashlynn’s

presence tonight had really ruffled his feathers. Mr. Lloyd's expression looked dark...

Ashlynn seemed unaware of this and asked Owen seriously and coldly, “Who do you think I should

choose?”

She left Owen frozen in place, not daring to speak at all. Who else could she choose besides Mr.

Lloyd? He did not want to provoke Mr. Lloyd by making things difficult for her, so he said, “It's

written on a note. How do I know? Shouldn't you choose Mr. Lloyd?”

“It seems I was not intended to play these games. They were intended for other women.” Ashlynn

turned to look at Corentin. “Is that right?”

Corentin, who had been lounging lazily against the back of the sofa, sat up. “This has nothing to do

with me.”

The other people could not believe that Mr. Lloyd would actually explain himself to a woman. He

did not need to with his status and position.

Ashlynn picked up Corentin's glass, took a sip of the wine, placed her hands on his chest, and

brought her mouth closer to kiss him.

The wine flowed through their mouths.

Corentin’s eyes darkened as he enjoyed the delicious wine.

Paul looked down, rubbing his nose.

Owen turned his face away, not wanting to look at the scene in case he got angrier.

The other men did not dare to look either. Instead, they focused on drinking from their wine

glasses.

Ashlynn finished the wine and sat back down, rinsing her mouth with the juice in front of her

without changing her expression.

“It tastes good.” Corentin smacked his lips.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Paul quickly tried to find something else to do, afraid that Owen

would start throwing darts or popping balloons again. “Mr. Lloyd, I haven't played blackjack in a

while. Want to play with us? Sis, come join us. You used to play with us, remember?”

Of course, Ashlynn remembered.

That was the only time Paul slapped a waiter, drawing blood because he served the wrong tea. After

that, she never stayed with these hooligans again.

Corentin wrapped his arm around Ashlynn’s waist. “It's still early. I'll go back after playing for a

while.”

"Okay." Ashlynn did not refuse. If they wanted to play so badly, she could not disappoint them.

They started playing. Corentin was the dealer.

Ashlynn was dealt a picture card. Then she was dealt an ace.

“Blackjack.”

The other players raised their eyebrows but continued playing without saying a word.

In the second round, Ashlynn got another natural.