Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 96 Pawn Myself

“That’s right.” Meredith glanced at the poker-faced Rayna and deliberately raised her voice. “Her husband pursued me because she has a sexual disorder. Am I right, Ms. Garland? Still, you’ve really opened my eyes, Ms. Garland. Because of your gentle appearance, I didn’t expect you to be so cunning, causing me to be dismissed from Faymon Group. Alas. If I had known this side of you earlier, I would’ve rejected your husband when he wooed me back then.”

Rayna sneered inwardly. This Meredith is certainly crafty with her words. She managed to whitewash herself while dragging me through the mud with just a few sentences.

“That’s right. Even the nicest person will retaliate when driven into a corner.” Rayna smiled faintly and parted her red, plump lips. “I merely defended my marriage using a normal method, so there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“You’re so full of excuses, Ms. Garland. If you wish to defend your marriage, you could’ve just divorced him. Why did you have to go to so much trouble?”

Rayna replied in resignation, “That won’t do. I might be forced to leave him without getting anything out of the marriage if I divorced him. You’ve trained my ex-husband too well, so I had to keep my guard up.”

Feeling humiliated, Meredith glared at Rayna. She’s becoming!

The other men sitting around the table merely laughed, listening to Rayna and Meredith’s argument.

They couldn’t care less about who was mistress in that complicated relationship as they were enjoying themselves like watching a show.

Gavin asked in amusement, “Ms. Garland, do you really have a sexual disorder? This is such a waste because you’re so gorgeous.”

Before Rayna could reply, Meredith uttered sarcastically, “Who knows if that’s the truth? After all, I heard rumors about sightings of her spending the night in a hotel with Mr. Faymon. I commend you for your diligence in working overtime, Ms. Garland.”

“Ms. Garland, we’re all close acquaintances, so we’re just joking around.” Simon chuckled and pretended to comfort Rayna, “Why don’t you take my place to play the game? I’m getting tired anyway.”

Rayna shook her head and replied tenderly, “Mr. Smith, you should find someone else. I’m not good at playing poker.”

Meredith took a quick look at Rayna as her mind raced. I’ve not seen Rayna giving Mr. Smith any advice from the moment she sat beside him. Julian also mentioned to me that Rayna is very terrible at playing poker.

Then, she inched nearer to Gavin and whispered something beside his ear. He nodded and shifted his eyes onto Rayna, staring at her lecherously as if he was yearning to strip off her clothes.

from Gavin’s embrace and chirped, “You shouldn’t refuse Mr. Smith’s offer since he’s being so kind to you. I’m not skilled at playing poker too. Will it

sitting around the table quickly got up and

Meredith took

Rayna’s shoulder and forced her into the chair, seizing the opportunity to

with a conflicted expression.

and enjoy

that case, I shall join you all to play the game, Mr. Gibson.

fine. This is

cards were shuffled and dealt, Rayna moved the cards closer to her in an amateur manner.

the cards in her hands and chirped, “I’ve got a full house. I think

lip, seemingly

repeatedly won, while Simon had to cough

and gulped the content before throwing a tantrum. “How ominous. I know I’m bad at playing poker, but not to the extent of losing every round! Mr. Smith, let’s not have you pay for the losses anymore. I’ll use my own money. I don’t believe I’ll continue

wine and replied cheerfully,

luck on her side because the cash in her wallet was

Meredith’s eyes glinted as they

her glass was filled with wine, she would swag the alcohol in frustration. In the end,

wouldn’t last much longer, so he put on an act to persuade her, “You’ve even used your necklace

you some. However, if we resume the game, I suggest we raise the stakes. Otherwise, the game is getting

got to her feet unsteadily as if she didn’t want

of losing for the whole night. A hesitant look

still have something that can be wagered.” She pointed at herself. “Let’s play one last round. I’ll pawn myself. I don’t believe I’ll lose

lips into a wicked smile as Rayna stepped into her trap. “That won’t do. You’re so drunk right now. What if you deny that you’ve made

then!” Rayna slammed her hands on the tabletop and announced, “I must win today. I don’t believe

muttered, “Mr. Gibson, I’m pledging myself for this final round. What are you