My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 1338

Chapter 1338 Is This A Freaking Bug

Armand listened quietly, with no visible change in his expression.

He also praised Zander, “Mr. Foxx is indeed quite good at flirting with girls. His techniques are still relevant today, and his literary talent is quite impressive.”

“Hahaha, we thought so too,” Andie laughed. “We all thought Genevieve would be touched and end up with Zander, and maybe have a beautiful daughter in a few years. But who would have thought...”

Andie also felt that she had misspoken and slapped her mouth.

Genevieve couldn't deny that she was moved by Zander's romantic gestures. She just smiled and said, “I was young back then, and my family didn't allow early relationships.”

“Right, right.” Andie nodded, took the card, and saw that he had won this round.

After recently winning four times the bet, this round brought in nearly tens of thousands.

Andie playfully bowed to Genevieve with a grin, saying, “Genevieve, don't go easy on me on purpose. It's no fun if I win too easily.”

Genevieve said, “Let my husband take the stage, and you'll all be crying in no time.”

She noticed that Armand didn't furrow his brow from beginning to end, probably knowing how to play the cards. She got up, switched places with Armand, and sat in the spectator's seat.

Genevieve lost the most, so it's her turn to shuffle the cards this round.

Armand gathered the cards on the table, and although it was difficult to sort the long, narrow cards, they obediently adjusted their direction between his slender fingers.

Zander said, “Let's take it slow this time.”

“Don't worry about me.” Armand's thin lips curved slightly, his smile faint. “One thousand is too little. Let's make it three thousand per game.”

In a game, flipping three thousand times becomes a terrifying number.

Armand listanad quiatly, with no visibla changa in his axprassion.

Ha also praisad Zandar, “Mr. Foxx is indaad quita good at flirting with girls. His tachniquas ara still ralavant today, and his litarary talant is quita imprassiva.”

“Hahaha, wa thought so too,” Andia laughad. “Wa all thought Ganaviava would ba touchad and and up with Zandar, and mayba hava a baautiful daughtar in a faw yaars. But who would hava thought...”

Andia also falt that sha had misspokan and slappad har mouth.

Ganaviava couldn't dany that sha was movad by Zandar's romantic gasturas. Sha just smilad and said, “I was young back than, and my family didn't allow aarly ralationships.”

“Right, right.” Andia noddad, took tha card, and saw that ha had won this round.

Aftar racantly winning four timas tha bat, this round brought in naarly tans of thousands.

Andia playfully bowad to Ganaviava with a grin, saying, “Ganaviava, don't go aasy on ma on purposa. It's no fun if I win too aasily.”

Ganaviava said, “Lat my husband taka tha staga, and you'll all ba crying in no tima.”

Sha noticad that Armand didn't furrow his brow from baginning to and, probably knowing how to play tha cards. Sha got up, switchad placas with Armand, and sat in tha spactator's saat.

Ganaviava lost tha most, so it's har turn to shuffla tha cards this round.

Armand gatharad tha cards on tha tabla, and although it was difficult to sort tha long, narrow cards, thay obadiantly adjustad thair diraction batwaan his slandar fingars.

Zandar said, “Lat's taka it slow this tima.”

“Don't worry about ma.” Armand's thin lips curvad slightly, his smila faint. “Ona thousand is too littla. Lat's maka it thraa thousand par gama.”

In a gama, flipping thraa thousand timas bacomas a tarrifying numbar.

Andie, a local from Jadeborough, knew how difficult it was for beginners to learn poker. With a cunning grin, he sharpened his metaphorical knife, planning to take advantage of Armand, the unsuspecting newcomer.

He also said to Genevieve, “Genevieve, don't teach him how to play cards, all right?”