Everyone's eyes were popping out!!!
Men were shocked, women were jealous.
Is this the Mr. Cheney they knew?
Jasmine Yale shrugged, raised her eyes to look at him: "Don't blame me if you lose money."
Sylvan Cheney's lips curled up in a slight grin: "If we lose, it's on me, if we win, it's yours. With me here, I won't let you lose."
Huh???
So, he was giving her money for free?
A few men teased: "When we play cards with Mr. Cheney, Mr. Cheney always wins. Don't worry, lady, you'll probably win a few villas tonight."
"Yeah, Mr. Cheney always hustles us. He 'd promised to let us win, but he never did."
"Look, lady, all the money on this table, Mr. Cheney won."
Sylvan Cheney glanced at them indifferently: "It's your turn to play."
"Oh, of course!"
Everyone lowered their heads, starting to take their cards seriously.
A few women twisted their waists, throwing pistachios into the men's mouths.
