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Tara’s lips curled into a smile, her eyebrows slightly raised as she teased, “I do know my place. Ms. Camila is still here.”
She discreetly observed Connor’s expression. Most of the wealthy young people here looked to him for cues, and he was notoriously hard to please. She had barely interacted with him.
However, he was a kind gentleman. She thought that by saying this, Connor would naturally invite her over. Unexpectedly, Connor picked up his phone without changing his expression and started pressing buttons.
Tara pouted and pretended to be pitiful, “It seems there’s no place for me.”
Logan laughed and said, “It seems that seat is reserved for someone special. He nudged the person next to him, “Move over, make room for the lady.”
Camila was led by Rita into a room where a group was gathered around playing poker. She noticed several stacks of cash on the table, seemingly amounting to tens of thousands.
Camila thought of the phrase ‘drunk on wealth.‘ It wasn’t surprising that such wealthy individuals enjoyed poker. It was said that on some occasions when meeting the parents of wealthy families, the elders would set up a poker table and play a few rounds first.
A person’s character could often be reflected in their poker skills. Her grandmother and aunt also loved poker, sometimes playing all night. However, Camila had no interest in poker at all. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.
When the group saw Rita leading a beautiful woman in, they scrutinized her closely
“This is my friend, Camila. She’ll play for me. Rita said, pulling Camilla to her vacant seat.
“No, no, no, I don’t play poker, Camila quickly waved her hands.
“You don’t play? Rita asked, surprised.
“I really don’t,” Camila explained, smiling. “You play. I’ll just watch.”
“Alright then, you can help me with the cards. If we win, we split it. If we lose, it’s on me–no, if we lose, fill ask Connor for it,” Rita said.
Everyone perked up at the mention of Connor’s name, exchanging knowing looks. Someone curiously asked, “What’s the relationship between this girl and Connor?”
“She’s with Connor,” Rita dropped casually, indicating they shouldn’t get any ideas.
“L” Camila gave an awkward smile, about to explain.
“Sit down,” Rita said, not giving her a chance to speak and pulling Camila down next to her.
Camila sighed. Now it was even harder to clarify.
The cards were dealt, and Rita quickly arranged hers. Camila didn’t understand any of it.
“Your turn to draw,” Rita prompted her.
Camila reluctantly reached out to draw a card, thinking that with her luck, Rita would give up soon.
She placed the drawn card in front of Rita. “Wow! You’ve got a killer hand, Camila!” Rita exclaimed excitedly.
Camila just smiled. She didn’t understand, but she could see the excitement on Rita’s face.
“Full house! Rita laughed,
Soon after.
“I won! Hahaha!”
“Camila, you’re really Rita’s lucky star. She’s been losing all night, someone nearby laughed.
“Forty thousand each, pay up.” Rita couldn’t stop smiling.
Cernila looked shocked. The stakes were as high as her monthly salary,
Rita’s poker chip pocket was now quite full. “I was thinking of using you to win some money from Connor, but it seems we don’t need to now she said cheekily to Camila
For over an hour, it was almost always Rita who won.
Then, someone from the opposite side jumped–up, exclaiming, “Did Camila just touch a lucky charm before this? She’s ruthless! Are you and your sister–in–law conspiring against us?”
Camila was started by the term ister–in–law”