After several rounds with Arnold Simmons's occasional guidance, Hannah had finally won all her money back.
The brim of her hat concealed most of the girl's face, only revealing her beautifully shaped lips, like cherry blossoms soaked in sake - beautiful yet intoxicating.
She smirked slightly, alluring and charming.
Oliver Taylor and the others could finally wipe the sweat off their foreheads.
Throughout, George River hadn't played with them, instead sitting outside, chatting and drinking with a few familiar friends, casting occasional glances in Arnold's direction.
Seeing him always around that girl, he couldn't help but scoff.
Who would have thought that the ever-cold, ruthless second master of the Simmons family would have such a day.
However, the more he looked, the more curious he was about the girl by Arnold's side.
Just then, as the round ended, Hannah turned her head to grab a drink from the table, exposing her fair, delicate side profile.
