My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 33 Sylvie Plays Cards

Sylvie looked up and met Kieran’s narrow eyes.

At the head of the card table, Mr. Kieran, dressed in a sleek black shirt and trousers, was smoking a

cigarette, with a scarlet flame tucked between his long fingers.

When Felix shouted, Kieran took a smoke, and then he looked up to Sylvie. The smoke around blurred

his handsome face, but faintly it could be seen that his eyebrows slightly frowning. A few seconds after,

he spit out a smoke slowly from his mouth.

Sylvie was forced to come in and she was embarrassed to meet Kieran.

"Felix, where does this little beauty come from? Isn’t that most beautiful girls in 1949 present here?

“Felix, how can you hide her?" A man said with a smile.

It was clear that the men were treating Sylvie as a waitress, and Felix took a look at Kieran.

Kieran had taken back his eyes, threw out a card. His look was indifferent.

What was going on?

Had a fight?

Had a cold war?

Pretend not to know each other?

Felix smiled. Good, there would be a show. He loved fun, so he said to Sylvie, "You, come over to pour

wine for us, don't you understand rules?"

A greasy man stretched his hand to drag Sylvie’s arm, "Beauty, why do you wear a veil? You have a

good figure, your face must be pretty. Take off the veil and show us."

The greasy man directly uncovered the veil on the face of Sylvie.

Sylvie agilely avoided his hand, twisting her eyebrows lightly, "You are mistaken. I am not the lady here,

let go!"

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The manager just now told her they were the big figure in H City, who she could not afford to offend.

Sylvie didn't want to get into these troubles, but she was in bad luck today. She was pushed into this

room.

"Why don't we make a bet on whether this beauty will be pretty or ugly when she takes off her veil?"

"Okay, that's interesting. I bet she's pretty ugly. If she looks like a fairy, she would have taken off her

veil. Beauty is the strongest arm of a woman.”

"I bet she looks fairy, because her figure was pretty good. I can't help it. Haha."

In this kind of occasion, the man's conversation was always dirty. Sylvie, trapped in it, became a topic

between men.

Today, Sylvie wore a dress, with fringed dress placed below the knee. Her skeleton was slender and

soft, not the kind of exaggerated S curve, but graceful and elegant.

Even if she had not shown anything, the scantily clad beauties in the luxury box would have been

overwhelmed by her.

Sylvie took a look at Kieran in the main position. He was smoking, accompanied by a beauty, and did

not pay attention to her.

Now he was high up, cold and ruthless.

Even if she were in trouble, he would not help her.

He took her for a stranger.

Although this was what she wanted, having a line between each other, but Sylvie still felt very painful in

heart.

Then the greasy man who was dragging her tried to take off her veil again and said, "Beauty, all bets

are made. Show us what you look like."

"Wait a minute." Sylvie spoke quickly.

The greasy man stopped. "What do you want to say, beauty?"

"I've said I'm not the hostess here, but you can let me drink with you. Let me play a game with you. If I

win, let me go; if I lose, take your time."

She wanted to play cards.

These men were around various kinds of women, but they seldom saw a calm and clever man like

Sylvie.

It immediately aroused the curiosity of the men.

"You can't escape from our hands anyway. I'd rather let you play a game. It's more interesting."

Sylvie sat on the card table. Kieran was next to her.

Kieran did not speak for the whole process, but smoked his cigarette elegantly. He was the king of the

box.

Felix raised his eyebrows to Sylvie and reminded kindly, "No one can defeat Kieran in playing cards, or,

you beg him, so that you can win the game?"

Sylvie did not speak.

She didn't want to beg him.

Kieran was calm but cold. The ash from his finger fell in the ashtray, with rage.

"Mr. Kieran, that we began, deal."

Sylvie took over the card, threw out a card and one man was out.

When Sylvie threw out the second card, Felix threw his cards on the table angrily, looking at Kieran,

"Kieran, this woman's memory and card deduction ability is not bad, I'm out, Kieran, revenge for me!

Sylvie filed two people with just two cards. The men in this luxury box were curious and came to watch.

-- Beauty, I didn't see you could do it.

-- Now it is your game against Mr. Kieran, but Mr. Kieran has never lost unless he wants to lose.

Sylvie lifted eyes to see Kieran. In fact, she rarely played cards, but she saw Linda play. Linda’s card

skill was bad and always lost money, so she was forced to join to win money.

Sylvie was intelligent. Playing cards needed skill, and she learned quickly. But with Kieran as rival, she

was not sure she would win.

If she wanted to win, it was him let her win.

But she did not want to beg him.

Since their relationship had been broken, it should be thorough, otherwise even she herself would look

down on her own.

Sylvie threw the card out.

Kieran in the smoke slowly narrowed his deep eyes. He knew that she was stubborn and refused to

beg for mercy, and wanted to draw a line between them. He put half a cigarette in the thin lips and

threw out a card.

Felix took a look and patted the table, "Kieran, you are awesome!"

Her slender eyelashes trembled, she lost.

"Beauty, you've been given your chance, but you've lost, and you've lost thirty million."

Thirty million?

Sylvie did not know how much the bet was, but thirty million cost her a lifetime to earn it.

After one card game, she was 30 million in debt.

"Don't panic, beauty, you can find someone to help you pay this thirty million, but we want to see your

chips, take off the veil first."

That greasy man wanted to uncover the veil of Sylvie again.