His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 127

For the first few rounds, Virginia followed Valentin's rhythm. The two coordinated flawlessly and raked in quite a few chips.

As Quincy's chips dwindled, his expression grew increasingly sullen.

"Valentin, where did you find such a pro? Did you bring her here just to fleece us?"

The room immediately erupted in laughter.

Valentin leaned in, murmured two sentences into Virginia's ear, and then stood up with a grin. "You guys keep playing. I'm going to run to the restroom."

The moment he stepped out, the eyes of everyone at the table lit up.

They assumed that without their resident card sharp coaching her, Virginia would definitely start bleeding chips back to them.

Instead, she won practically every single hand. Eventually, Quincy pushed his glasses up his nose with a look of pure misery and flashed her an exaggerated, pleading smile.

Another round-faced man in a polo shirt quickly nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Virginia, we're all friends here! Have mercy and let us win a couple hands, otherwise we won't even be able to cover the bar tab tonight!"

Their begging sparked another roar of laughter from the room.

Looking at their dramatic expressions, Virginia couldn't hold back anymore. A rare, relaxed smile broke across her face.

"I'll let you guys have this round."

She was true to her word, intentionally folding for the next few hands to let the rest of the table win.

Quincy beamed from ear to ear, cheering, "Virginia, you're the best! All hail Virginia!"

When Valentin returned, this was the lively scene he walked into.

Virginia was entirely surrounded by these grown men. Quincy was pouring her a glass of juice, while the round-faced man eagerly offered her a fruit platter.

Valentin raised an eyebrow, watching the scene for a few seconds before his smile widened.

She truly lived up to her psychology background. She had absolute control over these minor social interactions, and his tight-knit crew clearly adored her.

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Meanwhile, in another room.

By the time Archer arrived, his friends had already finished their first round of drinks.

He shrugged off his navy-blue cashmere coat, revealing a dark gray dress shirt underneath.

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