Mr. Kane Got cklisted By Eleven Jewell Chapter 51


    Chapter 51


    Ste turned to Dahlia out of reflex.


    Dahlia indifferently said, “Mrs. White is talking to you.”


    Ste pursed her lips.


    “I’m not that good at it,” she said.


    Mrs. Whiteughed.


    “I like people who aren’t good at it.”


    And so, Ste took over Mrs. Wood’s ce and yed Mah–Jongg with the three women.


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    Mrs. White discarded a 3 of Bamboo. “I haven’t seen Aurora the entire day. Where did that girl go?


    She’s graduating this year, right?”


    Mrs. Chapmanughed, “Where else would she be? She must’ve gone to your nephew’sw firm. Why


    don’t you y matchmaker and tell your brother and his wife? After they get engaged, you and Dahlia


    will be considered inws in the future.”


    “My sister–inw likes Aurora. Naturally, she’ll agree. As for Marshall, it’s hard to say. That boy usually


    seems soft–spoken and easy to talk to, but he’s actually very opinionated. I’m afraid we can’t make


    decisions for him,” said Mrs. White.


    “They can bond after they get married. Didn’t we go through the same thing?”


    Dahlia responded coolly, “Aurora is still young. There’s no need to rush things.”


    Ste listened to their conversation carefully and discarded a 30 thousand tile.


    “Mah–Jongg!”


    Mrs. Chapman beamed, “A 30 thousand tile. I thought I would have to wait for a while.”


    Mrs. White looked up and clicked her tongue, “You’re really not that good at it. Why would you discard


    that tile when there aren’t that many tiles from that suit?”


    Mrs. Chapman was over the moon because she had won the round. She even defended Ste in her


    own stead. “It’s just the first round. Maybe she’s still not familiar with it. Let’s continue, let’s continue!”


    Thest time Ste yed Mah–Jongg was when she was still in school. It was one of her


    housemate’s birthday, so they went out to celebrate and did whatever the housemate wanted for a day.


    Her housemate was Chinese, so she brought them to a cardroom and yed an entire night of Mah-


    Jongg. It was then Ste learned how to y Mah–Jongg.


    After Ste graduated and married Keegan, she rarely attended her friends‘ invitations and did not


    even y Mah–Jongg once. Even now, she could, at most, identify what a winning hand looked like. As


    for guessing what tiles others had, she had no experience in that at all.


    As a result, Ste lost nine out of ten rounds. She eventually lost almost all of the chips in her drawer.


    Meanwhile, Mrs. Chapman won countless times. Her makeup–caked face beamed. Then, she finally


    felt that it was time to stop, “Shall we settle our chips and continue another day?


    Dahlia nced at Ste, “How many more chips do you have left?”


    “Two,” answered Ste.


    “460 thousand dors. You can transfer them to Mrs. Chapman first.”


    Ste was dumbfounded.


    ‘460 thousand dors? Did I hear it wrong? How much were we ying for me to lose 460 thousand


    dors within two hours? What’s the difference between this game and gambling?’ she wondered.


    Ste suddenly wanted to cry.


    ‘If I had known that we’d y such a high value, then I would’ve said I don’t know how to y,‘ she


    thought again.


    Seeing how Ste remained unmoved for a while, Dahlia called out to her. “I can pay for you first if you


    don’t have the amount.”


    “I do…”


    ‘If I said I don’t, Dahlia might give me trouble after I leave. If she was genuinely willing to pay for me


    first, then she wouldn’t have asked,’ Ste thought.


    Ste bit the bullet and transferred the money.


    Mrs. White said, “You’re in luck. Aren’t you going to y a little longer?”


    Mrs. Chapman collected the money and quipped, “I’m worried that you’ll all lose your chips if I continue


    ying.”


    Before Mrs. White could speak, a man’s husky voice sounded outside. “Judging from Mrs. Chapman’s


    tone, you must’ve won quite a lot today.”


    Ste was startled. She lifted her head and saw Keegan in a suit, as he strode toward the Mah–Jongg


    table.


    Mrs. Chapmanughed, “I only won some pocket money. It’s not even enough for me to buy a shirt.


    Why did you have the time toe over today, Keegan? I haven’t seen you in a while.”


    Keegan ced the bag in his hand on the table.


    “I just met with a client and passed by, so I swung by and brought over some pear jam. Just as I


    entered the door, I heard Mrs. Chapman talking. Looks like she won quite a bit.”


    Mrs. White gave Ste a once–over and suddenly smiled, “Right? Mrs. Chapman’s really good at this


    game. She won the most rounds.”