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.

he’s being so kind to you. I’m not skilled at playing poker too. Will it be fair

the table quickly got up and vacated the seat after

took the

on Rayna’s shoulder and forced her into the chair, seizing the opportunity to brush his hands against her soft skin. “You can keep the money you win while

a conflicted expression. “Is

ahead and enjoy

all to play the game, Mr. Gibson. However, I hope you don’t

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

moved the cards closer to her in an amateur manner. Meredith sneered at the sight of Rayna’s

Gavin revealed the river, to which Meredith showed the cards in her hands and chirped, “I’ve got a full

bit her lip, seemingly feeling

the other players repeatedly won, while Simon had to cough up money

so much money.” Rayna picked up the glass of wine on the table and gulped the content before throwing a tantrum. “How ominous. I know I’m bad at playing poker, but not to

her glass with more wine and replied cheerfully, “Sure. Play the

her side because the cash in her wallet was

and Meredith’s eyes glinted as they exchanged a

she was determined to gain the winning hand. Whenever her glass was filled with wine, she would swag the alcohol in frustration. In the end, she even pledged her earrings,

enough.” Taking in Rayna’s drunken mien, Simon knew she wouldn’t last much longer, so he put on an act to persuade her, “You’ve even

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

feet unsteadily as if she didn’t

the whole night. A hesitant

don’t need to borrow money from you because I still have something that can be wagered.” She pointed at herself. “Let’s play one last round.

do. You’re so drunk right now. What if you deny that

on the tabletop and

and 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

wobbled and accidentally fell into

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