Chapter 861

If it was not a flush, he really couldn't think of any other patterns she

could possibly have to have the courage to provoke him like that.

"Huh." Joyce shrugged, gathered all the chips on the table in front of

herself and laughed, "There's no rule that the winner has to show her

hand.”

“You!” Mr. Moore was a little annoyed.

He lost so much money and he could not even take a look at her hand

if he wanted to?

At that moment, in the banquet hall, an escalating tune rang out.

The people inside the hall stirred up again.

Joyce raised her wrist to check the time. It was eight, and Charlotte

should be on stage.

She stood up and picked up her handbag, “It's Mrs. Robertson's

birthday party, and our warming up entertainment should be over. It's

time for everyone to meet our heroine for the day.”

She picked up her two cards and gently placed them in Otis’ hand.

Her red lips opened slightly, “As for what my hand is, it depends on

whether Mr. Robertson is willing to tell you all. I'll leave you guys to

have a good time."

"Wait."

When he saw that she was leaving, Otis was a bit reluctant and he

wanted to her hand.

But she deftly avoided it, "Mr. Robertson, please don't forget what we

are all here for."

After saying that, she turned around gracefully and her burgundy back

disappeared enchantingly into the middle of the banquet hall.

Otis covetously looked at her straight back and perfect lines, and could

not move his eyes for a long time.

Finally Mr. Clark kept prodding him, "Mr. Robertson, what cards did she

have? Is it really a flush?"

Senator Hughes was also curious and eagerly awaited.

Mr. Moore looked even gloomier. He thought he had been somewhat

humiliated by this Ms. Knowles just now.

Otis bowed his head and took a look at the cards.

His eyes were wide open and he froze on the spot.

This woman ... had really got a lot of nerve.

Far from a flush, she had only a queen of diamonds and, the smallest

of all cards, a 3 of clubs. It was clearly a bad hand, but surprisingly she

played it like she had the best hand ever.

It was simply amazing ...

The three of them then wanted to come up to see the cards.

"Mr. Robertson, what exactly did she have?"

Otis, however, put the cards down again, and with a faint smile, he

mixed the two cards right into the rest of the cards.

In this way, no one but him would ever know what cards she had taken.

"If you lose, you lose, and you don't need to know her cards. There is

no rule that the winner has to show her hand.”

Otis balked and added coldly, "You don't always know how you fail."

The others then all sat back in dismay.

It was a shame, but there was nothing they could do about it, and they

did not even dare to complain.

"Mr. Robertson has good eyes, and Ms. Knowles is really something.

And I wonder, how Mr. Robertson has found such a treasure.”

Mr. Clark continued to flatter.

After he saw how she threw her fork, now he no longer had any idea

about Ms. Knowles.

He felt he better stay away from such a woman if he wanted to live

longer.

"Mr. Robertson, she doesn't seem very easy to tame."

Mr. Moore had a general idea that he must have been tricked by this

Ms. Knowles.

He was so upset that he couldn't help but warn Mr. Robertson.

"Hahahaha."

Otis laughed out loud, "It's only fun when a woman's hard to tame.

Even with horses, I want the fiercest one.”

“Then I will be looking forward to the day when Mr. Robertson could

finally tame this wild horse. Mr. Robertson, next time, make sure you

play cards with us with her on your lap." Mr. Clark's voice became

increasingly obscene.

"Yes, only Mr. Robertson could do that. We'll see.”

Senator Hughes chimed in.

"Hahahaha."

The more they talked, the more dirty their conversation became...