The Cherished Wife

Noelle, a touch embarrassed by Jennifer's playful comment, made her way over to Charles. Jennifer rose too, finding a spot to sit between Peter and Yoel. "Bro, how much are you up?" Peter looked at her and gestured towards Yoel. Jennifer's eyes followed Yoel's dwindling stack of chips and then to the others', and it was clear Yoel was having a rough game. Jennifer could not help but snicker. "What's this, three against one?"

Yoel gave her a sly look, his eyes narrowing with mischief. "So, who are you rooting for, me or Peter?"

"Uh, I'm good with either of you winning. It's not like I get the cash!" Jennifer said, touching her nose and then choosing to stay quiet.

Noelle was seated diagonally from Jennifer, with Charles to her left and Bob to her right.

It was Noelle's first time meeting the real Bob, who had that 'do not disturb' vibe that she knew all too well.

been as cold toward

drew a card, gave her a quick side glance, and nodded back. Noelle felt a twinge of embarrassment, but the chatter around the table quickly picked up again, easing the tension. "Mr. Hoffman, been busy with that

a card, a crafty grin spreading across his face. He was a fox in businessman's clothing, just as shrewd as Sean, though Yoel played his games in the bom and Sean in his personal

did not react to the comment, but Peter hesitated for a moment, a card in hand. He smirked as if

his cards with a sly grin, locking eyes with Yoel. "Oops, looks like I'm

hand after hand. However, isn't it a bit off that you're the only one cashing in big time?" Peter rapped his knee casually.

Lennons, dont you think, Steven? Plus, the West City deal's still up in the air. Nothing's set in stone, there's room for a shake