GoodNovelFreeAt the end of the game, a tall blond girl cover and asked, "Sir, miss, good evening. The gentleman over there wants to invite you over. Would you like to play with him?" Scarlett followed the girl's gaze and found the man was Asian.
She took her eyes off him, turned to look at Chris, and asked, "Mr. Wilson?" "It’s up to you." Scarlett glanced at the Asian man again, lowered her eyes for a while, then raised her head, and replied with a smile, "OK." After Chris put the chips in her little basket, Scarlett glanced at him, smiled, and followed the blonde up.
"Good evening, Ms. Reed." The man directly called Scarlett’s name. But she didn't remember she had met the middle-aged man before, so she asked, " Good evening, may | have your name?" "Dewey Shepard." Although Scarlett had never met Dewey, she was familiar with the name, so she replied, "Mr. Shepard, I'm very pleased to meet you." If she remembered correctly, the chairman of the company that had competed with Tenton for a project this February was Dewey Shepard.
She seemed to have met an enemy on a narrow path.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDewey was in his 60s. He was well maintained, so he looked like a man in his early 50s. She had heard that Dewey was a writer before doing business. Wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, he glanced at Scarlett with a faint smile, looking elegant. He said, "I didn't expect to meet you here." Dewey paused, looked at Chris next to Scarlett, and continued, "Good evening, Mr. Shaw." Although Dewey was smiling, Scarlett knew he had sevil intention at a glance.
Raymond had been missing for half a year, so almost all the people thought he had died. But when Dewey said "Mr. Shaw", he sounded even more certain than Scarlett when she had first met Chris.
It was weird.
Chris gave Dewey a cold look and said, " What a small world!" Dewey reached out to adjust his glasses, and the smile in his eyes deepened a little bit. He then said, "I saw Ms.
Reed and Mr. Shaw were having an enjoyable time, so | took the liberty to invite you. I happen to like to play blackjack too. How about we play together?" Scarlett smiled, "Okay." "This way, please." The blonde cback and led the way in front.
Scarlett and Chris walked behind Dewey. When Scarlett stared after Dewey, the smile on her face wavered.
She turned her head to glance at Chris, moved her lips slightly, and whispered, "He must have sbad intention." As soon as Scarlett finished speaking, she found her hand was squeezed lightly.
She froze for a while because it was one of Raymond's habitual actions.
While she was distracted, Chris lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid." Scarlett blinked and suppressed the emotions surging inside.
She wasn't afraid, but she didn't know what Dewey was up to.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSoon, the three entered a private room.
The room was much quieter than the open gaming tables outside. Scarlett put the small basket on the table.
After Dewey waved at the blonde, she went out, and then a dealer walked in.
Dewey said, "I heard that Mr. Shaw had an accident. Almost all the netizens say that you've died. Now, it seems to be a rumor." Scarlett picked up a chip, clamped it between her index finger and thumb, and tapped it on the table silently.
Chris replied, "Mr. Shepard, | didn't expect you to be a gossipy man." Dewey laughed, "I occasionally read gossip.
When the dealer asked if they could start, Dewey glanced between Scarlett and Chris and said, "Mr. Shaw, Ms.
Reed, a small bet is fun, while a big bet can hurt. Let's keep the gpleasant." While speaking, he threw his chip on the table first.
He had said it would be a small bet, but the chip was worth 100,000 dollars.
Geez, was it really a small bet?
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