God knows how many tis Mrs. has self-picked, but they didn’t dare to win because... the boss kept discarding tiles to Mrs.
But they didn’t expect Mrs. to have such a bad hand that it took this long to win...
...
"You owe , pay up!" Sumr Shawcross looked excitedly at Noah Drexler, holding out her hand towards him.
Seeing her money-grubbing look, Noah Drexler couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, his thin lips curling slightly.
He lifted his hand, took out a card from his pocket, and tossed it to her directly.
"No password." He said casually.
Upon seeing this, Sumr Shawcross glanced at the no-limit card and was montarily stunned.
"Forget it, let’s put it on hold for now!"
She pouted, considering that losing a ga of mahjong didn’t need so much money.
Then she picked up a cup of tea nearby and took a sip.
Seeing her not taking the card, Noah Drexler couldn’t help but frown, a hint of displeasure flashing across his handso face.
In the next second, he pursed his lips and deliberately said,
"Fine, I don’t mind using other thods to repay." A glint flashed in his dark eyes.
"Cough... cough!"
Just as his voice fell, Sumr Shawcross, who had just taken a sip of tea, was startled. Her face changed drastically, choking on the water, and her face turned red as she bent over, coughing!
Did she misunderstand? She actually heard a layer of unexplained aning in his words just now.
Why did she feel that the man’s words just now were so shaless?
"Couldn’t you drink slower?" Seeing her face flushed red from choking, Noah Drexler frowned, and in a low voice, he said to her.
As his words fell, he couldn’t help but raise his hand; his large palm awkwardly patted her back... once... twice.
His handso face, usually devoid of much expression, now showed traces of nervousness.
Only then did Sumr Shawcross’s coughing gradually subside.
Sean Morgan and the bodyguard standing by were both sowhat taken aback by the scene.
Over the years, they had never seen the boss take care of anyone... but they didn’t expect the boss to actually be capable of showing concern for others.
"I’m okay now..." Sumr Shawcross took a tissue to wipe her lips, looking at Noah Drexler with a bit of exasperation.
If it weren’t for his suddenly saying sothing that could make people think wrongly, she wouldn’t have choked.
Thinking about this, she turned to glance at the card lying quietly on the table, then reached out to pick it up and whispered,
"I better just take the card!"
Rembering his words earlier, her face couldn’t help but flush.
Seeing her finally obediently take the card, Noah Drexler’s expression eased a bit.
...
The mahjong ga had been going on for hours, with more than half of the ti Sumr Shawcross winning hands, followed by Noah Drexler and Sean Morgan occasionally winning a few gas.
The most miserable was the bodyguard who Sumr Shawcross invited to play mahjong; the whole evening, he hadn’t won a single ga.
After the mahjong session ended, Sumr Shawcross happily put away the card Noah Drexler had given her, along with the cash she won from Sean Morgan and the bodyguard.
In her lifeti, she usually lost more than she won at mahjong. Today was the first ti she had such a satisfying win.
Before going upstairs, Sumr Shawcross didn’t forget to approach the bodyguard and sympathetically consoled him,
"Your luck wasn’t good today, but don’t be discouraged. You’ll surely win next ti!"
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