The sound of mahjong in the game room was thundering inside the Cobbs' Villa.
Linda Kent had been playing mahjong all night long.
The guests at home were yawning one after another.
Although they were sleepy, their spirits were high.
Nevertheless, everyone couldn't help but want to continue playing and winning.
"Mrs. Benjamin, she wasn't like this before. I don't know what's gotten into her today. She invited us to play mahjong but ended up skipping out on us."
"Indeed! Isn't that disrespectful to us?"
"Let's not talk too much about it. Maybe something came up. We all have our emergencies at home."
"Right, right. Let's not dwell on it. Ever since she divorced Mr. Benjamin, her life has been on the up and up."
"Director Benjamin has Lydia Shire on the side, who knows who Mrs. Benjamin is seeing."
Linda Kent: ......
She casually threw out a red tile: "Bad luck comes from the mouth. Don't blame me for not warning you."
"Are there ears on the walls of your house?"
