Chapter 112

Zoey glanced at the glass of wine before her, not saying a word. Laurence sat beside her lazily, his arms draped naturally over her shoulders. The top two buttons of his shirt had come undone, making him look more relaxed. On the contrary, Zoey was stiff as a poker.

Sarah drew a deck of cards from a drawer and sat cross-legged on the carpet. She had casually clipped her hair back, but a few loose strands still fell on her cheek, showing her fair, slender neck and intricate features.

She asked, “Want to play poker? It’s fairly simple.”

Zoey had no idea what Sarah was up to, but she knew it wasn’t going to be anything good.

“I’m good.”

Shawn snorted loudly before Sarah could reply.

“What a spoilsport you are, Miss Jenner.”

“So be it,” thought Zoey, too lazy to argue with him.

Pretending to smooth things over, Sarah pleaded with Zoey.

“Three people is not enough; we need four. Please help us out, Miss Jenner.”

Sarah was already humbling herself, so Zoey would only look rude if she refused