Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

It was only then that she remembered she was playing poker against the big wigs of the business circle.

Matthew, for example, was the richest man of Bloomstead, and he was quite possibly the richest man in

the country as well; Xavier, on the other hand, was the young master of the affluent Crawford Family;

lastly, although her background was vague, Yvonne likely had a net worth of over ten billion.

Am I just making a fool out of myself right now? Veronica asked herself as she re-evaluated the amount

of money she had in her bank account.

Just then, she heard Xavier say, “I’m fine with any betting amount.”

This was followed by a casual chime by Yvonne, “Whatever limit you think is fine, I guess.”

“You call the shots,” Matthew added unhelpfully.

She pursed her lips, rendered speechless by how agreeable they were. Damn it, guys, just because

you’re fine with anything, it doesn’t mean I have money to spare!

She thought about how she had braced the icy weather for two hours, risking hypothermia along the way,

by agreeing to work at an autoshow for two hours. She had only earned about four thousand from that

gig alone, but that was nothing compared to the amount her present company had in their accounts. She

wondered where she had gotten the nerve to agree to play poker with these billionaire bigshots. I’m an

idiot, she chided herself. I wonder if I can pull out of the game now.

She wanted to slap herself in the face for being so impulsive.

At that moment, five pairs of eyes swiveled in her direction. She was not one to wear her heart out on her

sleeve, but right now, there was no hiding the embarrassment on her face.

“Roni, if you’re short of money, we can always start out with a small bet, like five hundred,” Yvonne

suggested.

The amount might seem small at first, but as Veronica pondered on it, she decided that it was still a huge

pot of money to bet on. Thankfully, there was no law against gambling in Destor, otherwise this would be

considered an illegal enterprise.

“Five hundred it is. Let’s play,” she finally said after taking a deep breath. Nothing to worry about. Just

shake off the nerves! If I play well enough, I might just win enough down payment for a new house.

Emboldened by this, she helped Matthew send in his ‘Receive and Transfer’ code into the group

account. Destor had capped the electronic cash platforms at a maximum of one million per day.

However, the cap did not really mattered much.

The opening round started, and Matthew was the first one to make the bet.

Veronica glanced at the cards in her hand. Not too bad, she mused. I could call at this point.

However, after a round of bets, cards were discarded and drawn from the deck. At that point, Matthew

decided to raise the stakes. Upon hearing this, Veronica pursed her lips and called.

“Raise,” Xavier declared as he added money into the pot.

“Hah! You seem confident,” Veronica pointed out, her eyes glittering. The game continued on until the

last round of betting ended. When the time came for them to show their hands, she laid her cards down

happily and said, “Yes! Three of a kind!”

Though the game ended quite quickly, Veronica was very pleased with her hand. She actually wanted to

raise the stakes a few times but the others were just increasing the bet like maniacs so she resisted.

“Straight,” she declared this round. “I’m taking the winnings!”

“Straight,” Matthew interjected coolly just as she was about to take the money from the group account

while slowly turning his cards over. “Flush.”

He had raised the stakes to three thousand earlier, and it was all his now.

“What? And here I am just checking and folding,” Yvonne grumbled.

Xavier did not say anything as he shot Matthew a meaningful look, then his gaze flickered over to

Veronica. The grin had slipped off her face, and she winced as if regretting to play. “Damn it,” she

muttered under her breath, then tapped on her phone to transfer the winnings to Matthew.

‘Ding! You have received a payment of three thousand.’

The message popped up on Matthew’s phone several times, preceded by the chime that resembled

coins dropping.

In the next few rounds, Xavier won with an astounding royal flush, following by Yvonne winning with a full

house while Matthew won another two rounds later with a flush and a straight. Nevertheless, Veronica

remained the loser of the group.

She was starting to lean toward diabolical plans. Chuckling, she looked at Conrad and asked, “Uncle

Conrad, how about a sponsor? If I win, then you’d be entitled to half the share of my earnings. What do

you think?”

“Nah, luck avoids you like you are the plague. I’d be much better off sponsoring Yvie,” Conrad teased

from where he sat next to Yvonne and his words stabbed through Veronica like a knife.

She smiled at him nonetheless and focused back on her cards. Obsessed with winning the pot, she was

starting to take this game seriously, but not once did she ever notice Matthew’s gaze flickering over in

her direction every now and then. She was oblivious to how he was drawn to her every little reaction.

He registered how much she had lost weight over the last two months.

“Raise!” Yvonne declared.

Matthew looked down at his cards. He could actually win since he already had a good hand, but he

chose to remain quiet instead as he folded.

“Hah! I won! I won the round! Thank you, Lady Luck!”