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The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss Chapters 835Chapter 835 Hot French Kiss
As soon as Sean Moore said this, the others started to coa
Sean was their mainstay, and his words certainly carried great weight.
“Ms. Quimbey, you don’t dare? Three contracts and a French kiss. No matter how you calculate, you
have the advantage!”
“That’s right, Ms. Quimbey! If you can charm Mr. Moore, even if you do end up losing, there may be a
turnaround.”
“Ms. Quimbey, if you don’t dare, you can ever let your friend replace you.”
Some people turned to look at Nicole
Nicole’s face was slightly sunken. Before Nicole could speak, Yvette got anxious.
What’s there to be afraid of? It’s just a game anyway!
Before Nicole had time to stop her, Yvette had already blurted out.
Nicole pulled Yvette and explained in a whisper. “Sean Moore isn’t a simple guy. Let’s forget it. It’s okay
if you can’t sign
‘s forget it. It’s okay if you can’t sign
today.”
Since they attended this gathering, it meant that they had a willingness to cooperate with the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtQuimbeys.
Nicole looked at Scan, who had a specious _smile on his face and a confident look.
She could not help but feel worried for Yvette.
Yvette’s braiit was muddled by alcohol, so she had an impulsive urge and did not listen to any
persuasion.
Yvette felt that she could definitely win,
“Don’t worry, I won’t lose!
Yvette stood up and said, “Let’s play> poker dice. One game to determine the winner with the highest
rank”
Sean nodded, “Sure.”
Everyone gradually fell silent and looked over,
Yvette casually picked up the dice cup, shook it, and slapped it on the table. Her series of actions was
casual but with a confident arrogance.
Three of a kind
Nicole broth
a sligh of relief
The people around were silent for a inament.
It seemed that it would be hard for Seant o win over Yvette no matter how good he
Yvette was forused on playing poker dice for several years and suffered a lot of beating for it before
she quit.
Sean looked at Yvette and smirked, then picked up another dice cup.
He only shook it a few times an slammed it on the table.
His action was casual and undisciplined with a lazy posture.
“Ms. Quimbey, if I win, you won’t say that I’m bullying you, right?”
Yvette frowned, “If you win, it’s your ability, so I have nothing to say, but if you lose, the contract is right
here, so you have to sign it before you leave!”
San’s smile deepened. His voice was deep and slow as he said, “Then it’s a
After saying that, he opened the lid.
Everyone’s face changed slightly when they caught a glimpse of the dice. Except for Nicole and
Yvette’s people, everyone else laughed out loud.
Four of a kind.
Yvette lost.
Nicole instantly raised her eyes and looked at Sean Moore. 4
Sean laughed confidently.
Since Yvette had already said such words and she was allowed to choose prior to – this, she no longer
had room to backtrack e
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThis was not a child’s game, so even Nicole knew that Yvette was sure to accept this loss.
Yvette looked at the four of a kind he rolled for a few seconds and frowned, then pulled the corners of
her lips and snorted.
Nicole teed on Yvette’s clothes to stop Yerlle from fighting if she got to excited,
*You need help?
it was not like they had no chance of
Although Yvette looked drunk, she was Conscious and knew what she was doing
Since she lost to Sean in a guessing game, she chose a game that was most favorable to her.
Yvette did not expect that Sean Moore would be a master in all games.
This son of a b*tch did this deliberatelyt O nauseate me?!
If Sean was just any other trust fund kid, Yvette could get his parents to teach him a lesson, but this
person should not be a offended.
Yvette turned her head and smiled. It’s alright.”
She felt very apprehensive
Sean stood up, carelessly tidied up his clothes, put one hand in his pocket, and
“Ms. fimbey, don’t be a sare laser…”
The surroundmg people burst into cheer.
Yvette’s face stiffened. She was livid as she thought, ‘So what if I lost? It’s just a French kiss
She stood up and said with a slight disdain in her tone, “Mr. Moore, 10, wonder how your skills are
compared to my ex-boyfriends…”
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