Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too Chapter 67: Stop Relying on Other People’s Husbands

Vera Yves glanced coldly at Wendy Jennings, "What, do you just lose money when you play cards?"

Wendy Jennings felt insulted, anger showed on her face, what’s to be arrogant about? She’s just a woman from a small family!

If it weren’t for Winston Valentine, she wouldn’t even reach this social circle!

Wendy Jennings scoffed, saying loudly, "No matter how much I lose, it’s my own money. I never rely on n anyway!"

Vera Yves calmly sat at the card table.

In this social circle, everyone was dressed glamorously, wearing outfits worth at least a million. How many relied on themselves? Weren’t they all just born lucky, living a life of luxury from the start.

Vera Yves looked at Cecilia Vaughn, speaking slowly, "Is that so? I hope Miss Vaughn can learn from your good friend and rely on herself next ti, not on soone else’s husband."

Cecilia Vaughn’s face turned green and then white.

Wendy Jennings realized and felt awkward, hurriedly explaining, "Cecilia, I... I didn’t an that."

Cecilia Vaughn didn’t even want to look at her.

Vera Yves glanced around at everyone, "Let’s begin."

Theodore Xavier stood behind Vera Yves, backing her up, also signaling to the group not to play too aggressively.

After observing for a while, he noticed Winston Valentine is quite attentive to his wife.

The other three at the table exchanged glances.

After drawing her cards, Vera Yves appeared calm.

Theodore Xavier looked at her cards, frowned slightly, her luck was truly awful.

Everyone had twenty-point chips in hand; losing all ant finishing a round and settling accounts.

Vera Yves lost two points on the first hand, everyone looked gleeful.

Thought she was impressive, turns out it’s only her words that are sharp.

Vera Yves remained expressionless, drew cards again, still not getting a good hand.

Theodore Xavier rubbed his temples, feeling helpless, starting to feel sorry for Winston Valentine’s wallet.

Vera Yves calmly drew her cards, as she played, she glanced slightly at everyone’s expressions.

A few minutes later, Vera Yves pushed her cards over, "Self-drawn."

Those who were lazily leaning back in their chairs sat up straight, Theodore Xavier was intrigued, huh, she can self-draw with such bad cards?

Half an hour later, when Winston Valentine entered the private room, everyone wore solemn expressions.

Vera Yves pushed her cards over again, smiling playfully, "Sorry, won with a self-draw four tis."

Won eighteen points in one hand.

The greasy man leaned back on his chair, completely devoid of his earlier arrogance, "Winning seven hands in a row, you must be cheating!"

Except for losing the first hand, all the rest were either self-drawn or he had to pay up, how could it be so coincidental?

Vera Yves looked at him with disdain, "If you can’t afford to lose, don’t play."

The greasy man scoffed, just about to light a cigarette, then froze when he saw Winston Valentine behind her.

Winston Valentine gave him a cold glance, he swallowed nervously, took his cigarette, and stood up, "I’ll go out for a smoke!"

Wendy Jennings, undeterred, sat in the greasy man’s place, "I’ll join you."

Vera Yves chuckled, leaning back casually, "Alright, let’s raise the stakes tenfold, I’ll join you."

Wendy Jennings furrowed her brow, raising the stakes tenfold, losing this round could cost millions, she bit her lip, "Tenfold it is!"

Vera Yves elegantly brushed her hair, speaking softly, "Rember, no crying to your parents if you lose."

Soone in the crowd chuckled, everyone smiled in agreent.

Wendy Jennings felt a bit embarrassed, having hung on to an idle position at the company since graduation, her earnings naturally not enough for her lifestyle, she still receives monthly allowance from her parents.

But how did Vera Yves know?

The table was reshuffled.

"Winston, why are you so late?" Cecilia Vaughn’s voice rang out.

Vera Yves paused her gaze for a mont.

Winston Valentine withdrew his gaze from Vera Yves, sat on the sofa, and replied indifferently, "Working late."

Cecilia Vaughn didn’t mind his cold attitude at all, sat beside him, poured him a drink, and pushed it over, "I have a flight at nine tomorrow morning, will you co see off?"

Winston Valentine didn’t take the drink, spoke coldly, "Safe travels."

Vera Yves continued drawing cards without any change in expression, listening attentively to their conversation.

Cecilia Vaughn glanced at Vera Yves, deliberately asked, "When will you co pick up again?"

Vera Yves paused her hand drawing cards.

"We’ll see." Winston Valentine took the drink and downed it.

Cecilia Vaughn poured him another drink, noting, "Don’t drink so quickly."

Winston Valentine picked up the glass, swirled it, his gaze landed on Vera Yves, the dim lighting in the room sohow made her shine even more.

From his angle, he could only see her reaching for cards, yet he could imagine her current expression.

Winston Valentine forced himself to look away, took another sip of his drink.

The spicy taste numbed the bitterness in his heart.

The greasy man ca back after smoking, standing behind Vera Yves, she coughed lightly slling the smoke, "Sorry, could you step away a bit?"

"Are you feeling guilty?" the greasy man clicked his tongue, "I knew there was sothing wrong with you!"

Vera Yves wasn’t angered by him, calmly said, "I just dislike the sll of smoke."

"Really? I don’t sll a thing. Why don’t you sniff again..." the greasy man said, deliberately stretching his arm in front of Vera Yves, who frowned.

Theodore Xavier observed Winston Valentine’s darkened expression, quickly pulled the man back, "Phelps, have you drunk too much? Let’s go outside and sober up."

"I’ve only had three drinks! I’m definitely not drunk!"

Theodore Xavier decisively led him out.

As soon as Theodore Xavier left, soone imdiately stood behind Vera Yves, trying to relay her cards to the other three.

Vera Yves didn’t hide or block, calmly continued playing, amidst their chaotic exchanges, slowly pushed her cards, "I’ve won."

Even the person watching her cards from behind didn’t see how she won.

In one round, Wendy Jennings lost all twenty points in her hand, it pained her dearly.

Theodore Xavier admired Vera Yves imnsely, hoping never to et this formidable lady at the mahjong table again.

Vera Yves smiled, looking at everyone, "You’re all Winston’s friends, it’s our first ti playing, let’s forget these chips, we can play again so ti."

Those who lost felt instantly relieved.

Vera Yves smiled at Wendy Jennings, "As for Miss Jennings... Miss Jennings is so competitive, I’m afraid if I didn’t take the money, Miss Jennings would think I’m looking down on you."

Vera Yves requested paper and pen from the waiter, and wrote down her bank account number for Wendy Jennings, "Please transfer the money to my account as soon as possible."

Others’ debts could be waived, but for her, paynt must be transferred, Wendy Jennings gritted her teeth, wishing to tear Vera Yves apart.

Soone couldn’t resist asking Vera Yves, "Mrs. Valentine, how exactly did you win?"

Vera Yves smiled calmly, "Do you believe in luck?"

The person hesitated and nodded.

"I don’t, that’s why I win."

Vera Yves finished speaking, left the card table, and calmly sat beside Winston Valentine.

Winston Valentine could sense her faint scent, his body montarily stiffened, he gripped his glass tightly and took another sip.