Semua Bab Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The atmosphere at the table grew increasingly tense, but Michael, having already embarrassed himself, decided not to engage further with Serena. Continuing his conversation with her would only make him angrier. He clenched his jaw and looked at the dealer. “Deal the cards.”The dealer nodded and quickly shuffled, dealing the first round. Around the table, curious spectators leaned closer, eager to witness the drama unfold.Serena’s presence had become the center of attention. Many were amused by her audacity, while others couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. The way she confidently promised to pay Hugo back double without even knowing the value of the chips—it was reckless, if not outright naive. Did she even realize she might owe him four billion? And now, sitting at an unlimited bet Texas Hold’em table as a novice, she seemed entirely out of her depth.Serena remained calm, her posture straight, even as the murmurs around her grew louder. The two players on her right had alrea

Michael pondered as he hesitated as he considered his next move. His last bet in the last round of one hundred million loomed in his mind, a weighty reminder of what he had already risked. The murmurs from the onlookers didn’t help either —they only fueled his growing uncertainty.His gaze darted to Serena, searching for a clue, a weakness, anything to justify his next decision.But Serena remained maddeningly calm. Her face was unreadable, her posture steady. When she noticed his gaze, she turned her head slightly, her expression serene, and asked, “Mr. Murray, the last round, no?”Her voice was casual, almost indifferent, but the implication was clear: if he folded, the money in the pot would be hers. She wasn’t taunting him; she was stating a simple truth. But to Michael whose heart was already in turmoil at the moment, it felt like a deliberate provocation, as if she was purposedly taunting him. It wasn’t about the money— the eight hundred million was a drop in the bucket for him

In all honesty, Alexander didn’t know how to respond.It wasn’t as if he hadn’t received admiration before, but this time it was different. The woman in front of him wasn’t just anyone; she was someone he had shared an intimate moment with. Though he had had relationships before, that kind of closeness made it impossible to treat her like a stranger.Now, this same woman seemed to be showing feelings for him. Rejecting her like he did others felt unnecessarily cruel, and he hesitated before speaking."You know I’m married, right?" he said, his tone even.Serena raised her eyebrows slightly, confused. Of course, she knew he was married. Wasn’t their conversation supposed to be about the layout of the project?Alexander caught her puzzled expression, and a faint awkwardness crept into his chest. He continued, "Actually, my wife and I are... very much in love."The word “wife” tasted foreign in his mouth, and the phrase “in love” was even more awkward. It felt so unnatural that he had to

Serena’s body burned with an unusual heat, a relentless warmth that crawled over her skin and seeped into her bones. She wondered if it was the aftermath of being thrown into the pool earlier, her damp clothes now causing a feverish chill. But this was different—intense and unyielding. Her throat was parched, and she desperately needed water.After searching the room to no avail, she grabbed her key card and stepped into the hallway. Each step felt heavier, her vision blurring as a strange sensation clouded her senses.Her thoughts jumbled, Serena stumbled forward, catching the faint touch of a cool breeze. It seemed to come from an open balcony nearby, promising relief from the sweltering heat. Drawn to it, she pushed the door open, stepping into the small, secluded space.A sharp, refreshing scent met her nose, momentarily cutting through the haze clouding her mind. Her eyes landed on a man seated in the shadows, his posture composed, yet commanding. He was effortlessly handsome—his

Serena had no idea that her name had been tossed around and twisted by Patty. In the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, she stood in the yard with a frisbee in hand. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it soaring across the lawn. Rex, her energetic German Shepherd, sprinted after it, caught it mid-air with ease, and returned, dropping it proudly at her feet.Serena smiled, kneeling to pat his head. "Good boy, Rex," she murmured. Tossing the frisbee again, her peaceful moment was suddenly interrupted.A sharp bark from Rex turned into a bounding leap. "Rex, no! Come back!" Serena shouted, alarmed. But Rex had already launched himself, paws first, onto an unexpected guest.“Ah!” A high-pitched cry of surprise rang out.Serena turned to see Cordelia Vanderbilt standing stiffly, her crisp white pants now adorned with muddy paw prints. Her perfectly sculpted brow furrowed in annoyance.Cordelia rarely visited unannounced, and Serena certainly hadn’t expected her today.“What kind of dog