Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale wasn’t good at math, but even she knew how to tally this up.

If one card equals one thousand, then even if she loses a round, she would lose a few thousand.

In their circle, a few thousand or tens of thousands meant nothing, but for her, it was an astronomical amount!

“Then let’s go with one thousand, change play chips!” The men were excited, “Miss Yale, do you agree?”

They all took Jasmine to be Joe Heath’s girlfriend. Joe was wealthy, so Jasmine could afford to play.

Jasmine hesitated a moment, looked at everyone and laughed: “What if I don’t have any money?”

“Miss Yale is joking again, just play freely, Mr. Heath has more than enough money.”

“Yeah, if nothing else works, we will help you apply to Mr. Heath.”

“Miss Yale, you play so well, don’t be scared!”

Everyone was heckling; the card table was bustling.

Jasmine originally wanted to reject again, but Miss Laban had already forced her to sit at the card table!

“Come on, draw a card, make it quick.” A man said.

Jasmine was in a bind as she could only afford a couple of rounds with the money she had, but she went ahead regardless.

“What, leaving me out?”

Sylvan Cheney emerged from the bathroom, his demeanor gentle, refined, and gentlemanly.

As if nothing had happened.

He walked to Jasmine’s right without a word.

Jasmine shot him a glance; this man was utterly different from the one she just saw in the bathroom.

He really was a scoundrel in gentleman’s attire.

His side face was resolute and cold, all traces of blood at the corner of his mouth had been wiped clean.

“Mr. Cheney, please sit, please sit.” A man hurriedly stood up, “I was just warming up the seat for you, now that you’re here, the place is still yours.”

Sylvan made no fuss and sat down.

“I heard it’s one thousand per card?” Sylvan casually asked.

“Yeah, but for Mr. Cheney, even ten thousand per card is nothing.”

Sylvan picked up the card, glanced at it, then said nothing else.

Someone tactfully lit a cigarette for him, Sylvan picked it up.

Jasmine felt uneasy; now that Sylvan Cheney was here, it wouldn’t be easy for her.

Could she compare her card playing skills with Sylvan’s?

It was he who taught her, after all.

During the first round, just when she was left with one tiny “5” in her hand, all set to lose –

Sylvan surprisingly put down a card that was smaller than her “5”.

Jasmine played her card and won.

A jolt went through her heart. Was Sylvan throwing the game? Did he let her win on purpose?

She stole a quick glance at him, but he seemed calm and collected, showing no emotion.

“Oh, Miss Yale got lucky with her first hand, she has already won tens of thousands in just one round!”

“Miss Yale is really modest, impressive!”

Jasmine forced a smile, if not for Sylvan throwing the game, she surely would have lost.

But she wasn’t sure if Sylvan was indeed letting her win…

Yet he was very clever and calculating, there was no way he didn’t realize she only had a low card remaining.

Jasmine was skeptical, so she decided to play a few more rounds.

As a result, she won most of the rounds, won big, and lost small.

Every round, she could use the cards that Sylvan handed to her, or, Sylvan intentionally let her through.

Honestly, Jasmine was quite happy.

This money was hers for the taking, and there was no handle for anyone to grab.

By the time they stopped to eat, Jasmine had already won a considerable sum.

Sylvan hadn’t lost much, but he didn’t win as much as Jasmine either.

The losers were the other two men.

Moreover, they had lost quite a bit!

The two men were initially excited but now they were hanging their heads, no longer looking gleeful.

Only on Jasmine’s face was there a tinge of a light smile throughout..