"Ella, about your background, none of that is your fault! You're not just Miss White, you're the president's wife of the White Group!"
"Sis~"
"I'm serious!" Eva Nightingale said.
*
In the luxurious living room, a few grown men were still playing cards, chatting as they played.
Sebastian Yansford drew a tile, lightly rubbed it with his fingertip, then didn't even look at it and pushed it out directly.
Edward White was still saying, "If I'm the first one to pass out tonight, you guys better hurry up and call my baby Ella to come pick me up."
What could he do? He really didn't want to sleep on the floor.
Lucas Knight's lips curved slightly as he hummed in agreement, "Mm."
Then before anyone could react, he simply pushed his tiles over. "Hu."
"Damn, are you for real? How many times have you gone out already tonight?!"
Grumbling was grumbling; the loser had already obediently picked up his glass and downed his drink.
