Alia Avery watched as Leo Joyce left the private room with three won in tow.
Her expression soured, and she hurried out after them.
’She absolutely couldn’t let Leo Joyce do this. Absolutely not...’
Leo Joyce and his group arrived at the private room Cassian Jennings frequented. Pushing the door open, they saw Cassian sitting on the sofa, drinking with several other n.
The mont Alia Avery saw Cassian Jennings, a pang of heartache shot through her.
Just as she’d expected. As soon as Cassian was done with work, he would be at Vespera. No matter how late it was, no matter the ti, Vespera was like a second ho to him.
When Cassian Jennings saw Leo Joyce walk in, he straightened up, glass in hand, and leaned back against the sofa. He looked at Leo, his phoenix eyes narrowed into a sly squint, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
Leo Joyce, his arms around the won, walked over to Cassian Jennings and sat down right next to him.
Cassian raised his glass, took a small sip, and said mockingly, "Young Master Joyce, have you co to the wrong place?" As he spoke, his gaze drifted to the woman standing in the room. His brows furrowed slightly. ’She knows Leo Joyce, too? No, the world isn’t that full of coincidences...’
’Once or twice, he could believe it. But this many tis? He absolutely couldn’t...’
"Heh, I just wanted to co see how the newly divorced Master Jennings is doing."
"Well, now that you’ve seen, Young Master Joyce, shouldn’t you be on your way?" Cassian didn’t seem to care about the mockery in Leo’s words. The smile on his lips was wide, but his eyes were filled with a dark and complex gloom.
’Every ti Leo Joyce ca looking for trouble with him, there was only one person it was ever for...’
’And that person...’
The emotion in Cassian’s eyes grew more complex. His handso gaze darkened as he looked coldly at the woman standing not far away.
"No rush. Since we’re already here today, we should naturally have so real fun before we go."
"Heh, and how does Young Master Joyce want to play?" He didn’t know what they were planning, but no matter what it was, he would see it through to the end.
"Poker! We’ll play the oldest ga in the book: Truth or Dare!"
As soon as Young Master Joyce finished speaking, one of the won stood up and walked over to Alia Avery. She gave Alia a light hug and whispered, "Just do as he says. He won’t hurt you." After speaking, the woman released Alia and took the deck of cards from her hand.
Alia clenched her fists, fighting the urge to rush over and drag Cassian Jennings out of there.
’She didn’t dare to gamble, but at the sa ti, she desperately wanted to know...’
Cassian narrowed his eyes in thought for a mont before speaking coldly, "Fine. Since Young Master Joyce wants to play, I’ll see it through to the end. Go on, what are the rules?"
"The winner can ask the loser any question they want. If the loser can’t answer, I have three beauties here. Why don’t they... put on a little live show for all of us?"
Upon hearing "live show," Alia froze and shot an angry glare at Leo Joyce.
Leo Joyce completely ignored the hostility in Alia’s gaze. He curled his lips into a smile and said, "I’m sure Master Jennings is no stranger to this kind of ga."
A flicker of darkness crossed Cassian’s eyes. Then, he curled his lip into a cold sneer. "Not bad. The bigger the stakes, the more interesting it gets."
When Alia heard Cassian’s words, her heart clenched in pain. ’The more interesting it gets?’
’That was Cassian, all right. When it ca to gas, he never backed down.’
Alia stood to the side, watching them play. Five rounds went by. Of all the people at the table, nearly everyone had answered a question except for Cassian Jennings and Leo Joyce.
And in the next hand, just as expected, it was Cassian’s turn. Everything seed to be going according to Leo Joyce’s plan.
He narrowed his phoenix eyes and asked in a cold voice, "What does Alia Avery an to you?"
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