His Precious Love

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.

being so kind to you. I’m not

and vacated the seat after Gavin shot a look

took the

chair, seizing the opportunity to brush his

glanced at Simon with a conflicted expression.

ahead and enjoy the

wishes and uttered shyly, “In that case, I shall join you all to play the game, Mr. Gibson. However,

at her. “That’s fine. This is just a form

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

Gavin revealed the river, to which Meredith showed the cards in her hands and chirped,

lip,

other players repeatedly won, while Simon had to cough

on the table 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

and replied

seem to have luck on her side because the cash in her wallet

as they exchanged a sly

hand. Whenever her glass was filled with wine, she would

she wouldn’t last much longer, so he put on an act

can loan you some. However, if we resume the game, I suggest we raise the stakes. Otherwise,

as

losing for the whole night. A hesitant look flashed across her reddened

still have something that can be wagered.” She pointed at herself. “Let’s play

her 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

Rayna slammed her hands on the tabletop and announced,

Meredith and muttered, “Mr. Gibson, I’m pledging myself for this final round. What are you depositing as security? It wouldn’t be right for you to bet

wobbled and accidentally fell into

coyly and wrapped her arms around his neck alluringly. “Do you want to place a bet too? I-I’ll give you very