Flirting With My Ex-husband novel Chapter 876

At the end of the game, a tall blond girl came over and asked, "Sir, miss, good evening. The gentleman over there wants to invite you over. Would you like to play with him?"

Scarlett followed the girl's gaze and found the man was Asian.

She took her eyes off him, turned to look at Chris, and asked, "Mr. Wilson?"

"It’s up to you."

Scarlett glanced at the Asian man again, lowered her eyes for a while, then raised her head, and replied with a smile, "OK."

After Chris put the chips in her little basket, Scarlett glanced at him, smiled, and followed the blonde up.

"Good evening, Ms. Reed."

The man directly called Scarlett’s name. But she didn't remember she had met the middle-aged man before, so she asked, " Good evening, may I have your name?"

"Dewey Shepard."

Although Scarlett had never met Dewey, she was familiar with the name, so she replied, "Mr. Shepard, I’m very pleased to meet you."

If she remembered correctly, the chairman of the company that had competed with Tenton for a project this February was Dewey Shepard.

She seemed to have met an enemy on a narrow path.

Dewey was in his 60s. He was well maintained, so he looked like a man in his early 50s. She had heard that Dewey was a writer before doing business. Wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, he glanced at Scarlett with a faint smile, looking elegant. He said, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

Dewey paused, looked at Chris next to Scarlett, and continued, "Good evening, Mr. Shaw."

Although Dewey was smiling, Scarlett knew he had some evil intention at a glance.

Raymond had been missing for half a year, so almost all the people thought he had died. But when Dewey said "Mr. Shaw", he sounded even more certain than Scarlett when she had first met Chris.

It was weird.

Chris gave Dewey a cold look and said, "

What a small world!"

The room was much quieter than the open gaming tables outside. Scarlett put the small basket on the table. After Dewey waved at the blonde, she went out, and then a dealer walked in.

Dewey said, "I heard that Mr. Shaw had an accident. Almost all the netizens say that you've died. Now, it seems to be a rumor."

Scarlett picked up a chip, clamped it between her index finger and thumb, and tapped it on the table silently.

Chris replied, "Mr. Shepard, I didn't expect you to be a gossipy man."

Dewey laughed, "I occasionally read gossip.

When the dealer asked if they could start, Dewey glanced between Scarlett and Chris and said, "Mr. Shaw, Ms. Reed, a small bet is fun, while a big bet can hurt. Let’s keep the game pleasant."

While speaking, he threw his chip on the table first.

He had said it would be a small bet, but the chip was worth 100,000 dollars.

Geez, was it really a small bet?