Chapter 859
You Hit My Heart
"Stop dreaming. Wake up.â
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.â
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 time to place your
bets." They urged, having folded themselves and now waiting for a
good show.
Mr. 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 same as 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 game like
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?"