Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!

Chapter 36 If You Lose, Remove That Tattoo

"She’s pretty amazing to have made connections with Macy Graham.” Sharon looked at the woman beside Lyra and whispered, "Macy is the granddaughter of South Lake’s retired Master Graham. People who can go out with her will never have to worry about contacts."

Sydney rarely went out before, so she barely knew any people in the business world, much less people from other places. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

It was no wonder Lyra was acting so humble in front of the women.

Before a person like Macy Graham, Lyra's family background was not enough.

"Oh, you’re President Flint’s ex-wife?” Macy glanced at Sydney with slight contempt in her eyes. She did not take Sydney seriously at all. "Since we've been brought together by fate, let's play a few rounds. You'll oblige, right, Ms. Raines?"

Sydney did not want to even talk to Lyra, let alone play cards with her.

However, she had put up with Velma for so many years when she was in the Flint family and had learned to read a person's motive early on. She knew that Macy did not have good intentions the moment she opened her mouth.

"Of course. The person we’re waiting for won't arrive until 10 p.m." Sydney did not have anything now and did not want Macy to crush her just because she was unhappy with her. "But I’m not good at cards. I hope you don't mind that."

Macy scoffed and stepped forward with her high heels to take the lead in leaving.

"It's fine. We play cards to kill time anyway." Lyra only dared to speak after Macy left. "If you really can’t, we can go easy on you."

She knew from her friends that Sydney had lost more than 15 thousand when she played with ZX's President Smith previously.

According to the waiter who delivered the tea, Sydney was like a beginner. She was simply miserable at cards.

She had to endure her anger at the watch shop that afternoon, so she had to get back at Sydney tonight!

Sydney smiled. "I’ll thank you in advance then, Ms. Madden."

Sharon followed Sydney to the room and said softly, " Ms. Raines, do you really suck at cards? If so, don't play with them. I think she’s very hostile to you. What if she sets you up when you're playing?”

"She has already set me up the moment she ran into me," said Sydney. "Macy is clearly protecting her. No matter what trap she sets for me, I have to take it."

Sharon looked at her and sighed. "You poor thing!”

After entering the private room, the women went to the table inside and determined their seats before sitting down.

Sharon did not know how to play, but she knew how to search the Internet and at least managed to grasp some tricks. When she looked at Sydney again, she saw how horribly Sydney was playing, so much that she wanted to play on Sydney's behalf.

Lyra saw how Sydney lost both rounds against Macy and her, and the smile on the corners of her mouth was especially bright.

"Ms. Raines, don't you have a 'JF' tattoo on your waist?” Lyra suddenly asked Sydney. "It’s Julien’s initials, right?”

Sydney tossed a card out and did not respond.

Lyra was playing cards, but her eyes were fixed on Sydney's face. "You and Julien are divorced, and I’m not comfortable with having his name tattooed on your body. How about this? We'll use Bridge as a betting game. If you lose, I'll call a tattoo artist to come over and help you remove that tattoo on the spot.”

Sharon could not help but speak up. "Ms. Madden, you're taking it too far. It's Ms. Raines's freedom to have what she wants tattooed on her body. She's not good at cards, yet you’re using this as a gambling game. You’re clearly bullying her."

"Ms. Raines didn’t even say anything. Who are you to speak up for her?" Macy's red lips tugged in displeasure. "You’re annoying!"

Sharon’s face went red with anger. She was about to say something, but Sydney stopped her.

"I accept." Sydney smiled, her eyes gentle and calm." But Ms. Madden, what should you do if you lose?”

Lyra looked at the cards Sydney placed and said in a loud voice, "If I lose, I’ll leave Julien and Port City, and I’ll never come back again. If you think I’m making things hard for you, I’ll have someone teach you how to play first, and we'll gamble after you learn."

"No need. I think I'm quite good at cards." Sydney said, "Are you serious about this bet, Ms. Madden? You’re not joking, are you?"

Lyra said firmly, "I’m not joking. Everyone else present can testify.”

"Sure. In that case, let's do best of three,” said Sydney. She tossed a few cards out, which happened to be the exact cards Lyra wanted to win.

When it was time to show their hands, the smile on Lyra’s face was tinged with smugness.

She was sure to win the game!

The moment that round of gambling started, Sharon glanced at Sydney's cards and knew that she would lose. Sharon could not bear to look.

She sighed. "I really don't want to see you lose so miserably. I'm going out for some air.”

After leaving the private room, Sharon went to the washroom. She had just entered the cubicle, fished out a cigarette from her bag, and lit it before her phone rang.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm at the club, watching my boss play cards with other people." Sharon took a drag on her cigarette and said lazily, "Why? When are you coming over?"

"I sent you to Port City to find a person. Why are you acting like you’re an actual employee?"

"Ugh, don’t rush me!” Annoyed, Sharon snapped. "He deserved it. He abandoned his wife and son. Then, now that he's about to die, he remembers that he has another son and wants us to search for him because he wants to make it up to him?

"Hurry up and tell the hospital to persuade the old man to die sooner! Donate all his property to the foundation so his sons don’t get to fight to the death over the money. I almost had my leg broken last time!"

"Watch your words, Sharon Campbell!" the person on the phone shouted angrily. "You’re a bodyguard of the Bennet family. You live if the Bennet family wants you to live, and you die if the Bennet family wants you to die. How dare you curse your employer of an early death?"

Sharon took a drag on her cigarette and exhaled, saying reluctantly, "I was wrong. I won’t dare to do it again."

"Fourth Young Master’s men have already gone to Port City. Keep an eye out."

"Got it." Sharon said, "Send me the information about South Lake’s Graham family. I was bullied by someone in that family."

"Why are you wasting time on small fry like that? You should spend that energy looking for the Young Master," the man said unhappily. "I'll have someone send you the email later. I received information that the Young Master used to stay in Rivervalebefore. Go on a trip there when you have the time.”

"Yes, sir."

The few-minute-long phone call worsened Sharon’s mood. She threw the cigarette butt into the toilet, flushed it away, and went out of the washroom.

On the way back to the room, she saw a man wearing the club’s black uniform. He had a tall and slender body, holding a tray in his hand while talking to his colleague in front of him.

Sharon’s eyes suddenly widened when she saw the man’s face.

She hurriedly turned around, fished out the mint candy from her bag, and popped two in her mouth to disperse the smell of cigarettes. Then, she walked

over quickly.

"Aren't you the car repairman?" Sharon tapped the man's shoulder.

Hunter Chase turned his head. His eyes narrowed when he saw the woman who had suddenly appeared. However, he quickly remembered her. "It's the little beauty who came to the car servicing center."

"Yep." Sharon smiled and dusted off her clothes, a little surprised. "Aren't you a car repairman? Why are you at the club working as a waiter? Is your family that poor?"

Hunter was speechless.

Which part of him looked 'poor'?

He was forced to serve as a waiter and deliver wine to his friends because he lost a bet.

Seeing that Sharon had misunderstood, Hunter did not bother to explain himself and deliberately teased her. "Yeah, my family is really, really poor. I have to work three jobs a day. I just finished tutoring and came to the club to start my shift."

"How much money can you earn as a tutor? The job is tiring too." Sharon took out a pen and paper and wrote a string of numbers for him. "Here's my number. Write it down. I'll introduce you to our company to drive for my boss. The benefits are pretty good." 1

"Oh?" Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Judging by your words, you must be working in a large company. Is your boss rich?" "So-so. Do you know Skylight?"

"Yeah.” Hunter felt something off. "Who’s your boss?"

"Sydney Raines."

Hunter looked at her. The change in her expression was very subtle. "I know President Raines. She’s the vice president who just took office in Skylight."

"Yep, she's a good person. She won't treat you badly if you work as her driver." Sharon did not notice what was wrong with his expression. Just as she was about to leave, she said, "I know that people in your line of work get a lot of commission from alcohol. Send some expensive wine to Room 1288 later. I’ll foot the bill." 11 H

When Sharon left, a waiter came over. "Boss, Sydney Raines from Skylight is playing cards in Room 1288. Do you want to have a look?’

Hunter thought about it and asked, "Is there another beautiful woman with a mole between her eyebrows?"

He saw Lyra talking to Sydney when he went to the restaurant earlier.

"Huh? Have you been to that room before?"

"That's interesting." Hunter wiped his lower lip with his thumb and said cheerfully, "I wonder how President Flint will feel if he finds out his ex-wife is playing cards with his current girlfriend."