Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 348

Her words and tone of voice melted the hearts of all the men around her! The

men at the table exchanged glances with one another, but none of them had

the guts to say anything. Just then, a burly man with tattoos stood up from

the table beside them. It was freezing outside, yet the man was dressed in an

unzipped leather jacket that revealed his muscular chest.

“Why don’t we play a game with you, gorgeous? What would you like to play?”

The burly man seized his opportunity to approach her with a wide grin on his

face. The other men who were seated at his table hurried over behind him,

and they pushed away the teenagers who had occupied the table Claudette

was at. Apparently, this new group of men was more experienced.

“Anything goes,” the lady replied without a hint of fear in her gaze. “Why don’t

we play a game of poker, then?” the burly man suggested.

“Sure!”

“Hah! Let’s start! The loser will get punished, though,” the man with tattoos

spoke loudly, and everyone around him started to cheer in excitement at his

words. There was nothing that could make the crowd heat up the way a

gorgeous woman did–just watching her play a game of poker was enough

to get the crowd to cheer!

game of cards with the gangsters at

maintained a calm and collected expression on his face. He

behind her. Some of the other customers thought

of them reckoned

items, and he seemed clean and well–groomed.

cut, and he stood

military.

smart outlook, he wore a warm and

charismatic to the

where he came from.

would get Claudette to take

all,

shows

they soon realized that they were

some fictional plot that they

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to suggest such a punishment,

In the end, they simply had a friendly game

punishment was to have a drink.

the game itself, most

want to miss out on

went on, Magnus stood behind Claudette like a

and upright the whole time, and it looked as if he

www

It was past midnight by the time

on

bill.” The man with tattoos was in a good mood that

voice was especially loud and

for all your meals!” Claudette offered. The other men at

a while. Even the waiter stared at

Why would a lady as gorgeous as

some fun with these gangsters? What’s