Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel 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.