Is her game really that bad?
She thinks it's not too bad, but she just can't win.
With three rounds remaining, Jasmine Yale drew her cards and looked up helplessly at Sylvan Cheney for help.
"Mr. Cheney, could you take over?"
"I'll just watch you."
"I'm about to lose all of your money."
"Don't worry, there's more where that came from."
"So... Mr. Cheney, what do you gain from this?" Jasmine rolled her eyes.
So he's happy about her losing money for him???
"I just want to see…" Sylvan Cheney bent over, his face close to hers, his lips curling slightly, "just how badly you can play."
"!!!"
If it weren't for all the people around, she really would've thrown her cards right at him!
God!
Is she really that bad?
So what if she couldn't win a round?
Then she would just try harder.
However, after finishing a round, Sylvan Cheney didn't give her any advice, and she...lost again.
