Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 860

When the words came out, all the people had changed their faces.

Losing money was one thing, but losing a life … was something completely different.

Mr. Clark laughed dryly, "It's just a poker game. It's supposed to be entertaining. Ms. Knowles, don't take it too seriously."

"Yeah, yeah, Ms. Knowles is joking, right?" Senator Hughes also began to get nervous.

After all, today they were at Otis' place, and they didn’t want to make things too awkward for Otis.

Otis did not say anything. He would like to see what she was going to do.

Joyce pulled out a fruit fork from the fruit plate in front of her and played with it in her hand.

The long fruit fork made a few spins in her hand, and the silver flashes were dazzling.

"It's a joke, and it's not a joke. Let's just do this. If I lose, I'll scratch my face. If you lose, you lose your right hand. How about that, Mr. Moore? Please try not to lose then."

After saying that, she gently flung her hand backwards.

The fruit fork in his hand flew straight out.

To the surprise of Mr. Clark, Senator Hughes, and Mr. Moore…

The fruit fork hit the bullseye of the board behind Joyce.

Precisely the bullseye.

Mr. Clark's jaw dropped in shock and he almost fell out of his chair.

She … she didn't even look behind her! It was right in the bullseye.

What a horrible woman!

Senator Hughes also opened his eyes wide.

So no wonder she could be that cold and arrogant.

In fact, Joyce knew that there was a dartboard not far behind her, and that there were usually such things hanging on the wall in clubs for entertainment purposes. She noticed that when she got in and she remembered its position.

The bullseye was large and thus easy.

Mr. Moore was even more hesitant to follow.

It put him in a dilemma.

She had a queen of diamonds. It seemed that she really had a straight, or how would she dare to bet her own face.

She dared to bet her face, but he did not dare to bet his right hand. He still need it for his job.

Furthermore, even if she had swindled him and he had won, how could Mr. Robertson really let her scratch that gorgeous face when he had Mr. Robertson there? Obviously, Otis had taken a fancy to this woman, and he wanted her.

Since nothing good would happen with the bet, why would he still do it?

Originally, today he had planned to lose money to Otis and hopefully got closer to him.

When he thought about it, it seemed to be no big deal to be humiliated by this woman in front of him.

Mr. Moore thought about it for a while and finally said, "I fold and will not call. You win."

He spread his cards, an ace and a ten, "I have two pair, and I wonder what kind of good hand Ms. Knowles has taken today? A straight flush?"