Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Calling Her ‘Sister-in-law’ is
Giving Face
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Is her game really that bad?
She thinks it’s not too bad, but she just can’t win.
With three rounds remaining, Jasmine Yale drew her cards and looked up helplessly at Sylvan Cheney for help.
“Mr. Cheney, could you take over?”
“I’ll just watch you.”
“I’m about to lose all of your money.”
“Don’t worry, there’s more where that came from.”
“So… Mr. Cheney, what do you gain from this?” Jasmine rolled her eyes.
So he’s happy about her losing money for him???
“I just want to see…” Sylvan Cheney bent over, his face close to hers, his lips curling slightly, “just how badly you can play.”
“!!!”
If it weren’t for all the people around, she really would’ve thrown her cards right at him!
God!
Is she really that bad?
So what if she couldn’t win a round?
Then she would just try harder.
However, after finishing a round, Sylvan Cheney didn’t give her any advice, and she…lost again.
“Mr. Cheney, I don’t want to play anymore!” Jasmine threw down her cards, ready to give up her seat.
“…” Sylvan Cheney’s lips twitched as he glanced at the other three men, “Can’t you guys go easy on her? You can ask me for money later.”
“!!!”
Jasmine felt her intelligence was deeply insulted.
“Sorry, sorry, Mr. Cheney, it’s our fault.”
The other three men laughed.
It was rare for them to see Sylvan Cheney in such high spirits.
Before, he would always keep a straight face during card games, even if he was winning money.
Today was different, very different.
“Sis-in-law, sit down, we’ll go easy on you this time.”
Jasmine wanted to play dumb, could she?!
“This is the sis-in-law’s first time playing, and she’s already doing pretty well.
Play a few more times, and she’ll definitely beat Mr. Cheney.”
The men were smooth talkers, and the other women laughed along.
The women were feeding alcohol to the men, tossing happy fruit into their mouths. The atmosphere was intense and lively.
Sylvan Cheney pushed Jasmine back into her seat, his arm wrapped around her waist.
“Sit down.”
Jasmine had no choice.
She had to endure it.
After all, there were only two rounds left, right?
This time, Sylvan Cheney didn’t stand by. He was guiding her the entire time.
Jasmine listened to him, doing as he said.
As expected, she won this round, and won a lot, almost making up for the previous losses.
The dim and ambiguous lighting in the private room, along with the atmosphere, made Jasmine’s face flush.
Sylvan Cheney’s hot breath fell on her neck, making her shudder and giggle.
If she lifted her gaze a bit, she would see his tenses chin, masculine, and firm, and his handsome, manly face.
“Focus.”
Sylvan Cheney took a card from her hand and played it.
“Yes.”
Only then did Jasmine realise she had been distracted.
This was the last round.
“Mr. Cheney, you haven’t introduced us yet.” One of the men across from them said meaningfully.
Sylvan Cheney simply said, “You’ll know when it’s time.”
A woman laughed jealously, “How did sis-in-law meet Mr. Cheney?”
She dared not ask Mr. Cheney, but she thought Jasmine was soft-spoken.
Calling her “sis-in-law” was a courtesy, but who would take it seriously in this setting.
Maybe today he brought her, but tomorrow he may have another woman by his side.
Out of respect for Mr. Cheney, they would certainly call any woman
“sis-in-law”.
Jasmine answered, “How did we meet? Mr. Cheney, how did we meet?”
She pushed the tricky question back to Sylvan Cheney.
These people, she wasn’t sure if they were friend or foe. If she misspoke, it wouldn’t end well..
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