The conversation between the two people made the crowd do not understand what they were talking about? You can only look at me, I look at you.
Even Abraham Smith had a few moments of surprise.
“Yo, Philip and this little sister know each other? It’s not like he’s also your guest, right? Tsk, looks pretty innocent, but the tactics are quite clever.”
“The young girls nowadays are all very powerful.”
“I underestimated you.”
“Mr. Smith, don’t look away.”
“Brother Abraham, don’t be fooled by this vixen.”
A few people are making malicious spections about Sophie.
Listening to the unpleasant words of several people, Sophie was furious, but she had a heavy responsibility and had to fight for the opportunity to talk to Abraham Smith about cooperation today, otherwise Vivian Mond would be kicked out by Vinca E-Sports.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.
“Mr. Smith, I’m sorry, I was too nervous just now and yed my cards wrong. Can … give me another chance to win it back for you?”
She gathered all her courage and tried to make herself look less nervous on the surface.
Philip Dixon noticed the starburst in Sophie’s eyes when she looked at Abraham Smith, and couldn’t help but frown, walking straight to his top seat and sitting down, “Just you? Don’t lose the Abraham Smith family fortune into it.”
He said a sentence, led to the crowdughing.
Sophie’s heart was pounding and she was on pins and needles, so nervous that she could almost hear her heartbeat clearly.
Abraham Smith leaned back in his chair and sat with his legs crossed, silently smoking a cigarette, not saying anything.
The four men pushed the mahjong into the mahjong machine and began to y mahjong.
Philip Dixon yed the dice, “Two.”
He said.
Then, the eyes of the crowd looked at Sophie, who looked at them with a bewildered face, unsure.
“Just like you, you can y poker?”
Philip Dixon gave her a nk look, moved two dice of mahjong from in front of her, and grabbed away two more dice of mahjong.
Sophie then realized that the dice were ‘two’ and it was time to grab the tiles from in front of her.
She immediately pushed the mahjong inside, grabbed away two piers of mahjong and yard tiles.
The crowd quieted down as the mahjong shed on the table, Sophie on one side, her other hand hanging at her side, her palm sweating nervously as she wiped it on her pants.
This action just happened to fall in Abraham Smith’s eyes, the man side of the eyebrows slightly raised, the corners of the mouth curved if not a smile.
“Little bird.”
Philip Dixon yed a mahjong.
It was Sophie’s turn to grab a tile and hit one, “Three pancakes.”
“Touch.”
Philip Dixon touches the tile, Sophie grabs it and ys another, “Nine cakes.”
“Bump!”
Philip Dixon touched again and smiled at Sophie with a raised eyebrow, “Thanks.”
“Do you know how to y? I didn’t catch a single fucking card.”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with you.”
“You don’t know how to y and you’re ying blind.”
“It’s really a bummer.”
…
Several people muttered unhappily.
Sophie was so nervous that she almost choked and didn’t dare to speak, and silently grabbed another card and yed a ’40, 000′.
“I’m going to hoop!”
Philip Dixon directly pushed the card and apuded, “Really have a heart, what I want you give.”
“Spot the gun, do you?”
“What the hell?!”
“Intentionally put the water, right.”
“Cheating?”
“Sister, a hand of cards is a million, and a hand of cards is half a million. You haven’t been sitting here for five minutes and you’ve lost two and a half million for Abraham’s brother. That’s a good hand.”
…
Two and a half million?
Sophie was stunned.
Although she knew that rich people y poker a lot, she never thought that she would lose a million in one hand.
She breathed hard, even though the room was air-conditioned, she still felt very hot and sweaty.
“Mr. Smith, I …”
Sophie warily looked at Abraham Smith, “I’m sorry, I … I didn’t mean to.”