To Debbie, not focusing on the game was a profound lack of respect for the table.
And someone who didn't respect the table would never win.
Even though they were just playing casually without any money on the line, Debbie grew increasingly irritated.
"You don't play cards much, do you?"
Of course Sabrina didn't play cards. She spent her time manipulating men; she wasn't about to waste hours staring at tiles.
But she forced a polite smile. "Am I playing that badly?"
Debbie offered a strained laugh. "Not exactly. I just think if you don't enjoy this kind of thing, we could find something else you actually like doing..."
Before she could even finish her sentence, Sabrina dropped her tiles and stared fixedly at something in the distance.
If her eyes weren't playing tricks on her, the man who just walked past the archway was Old Mr. Blake.
Sabrina immediately stood up. "Hold that thought for a second. I just saw someone I know. Let me go say a quick hello, and I'll be right back."
Someone she knows?
Debbie wasn't an idiot. After all the hints Bella had dropped, and now Sabrina eagerly hovering around, it was obvious what was happening. This entire trip was a setup to force a meeting with Old Mr. Blake.
There was no way in hell she was going to face that old man. It would be the end of her.
She had only agreed to come to keep Bella happy.
If she actually ran into him, she knew he would have her thrown out on the street immediately.
Northwyn was far too fun, and she hadn't enjoyed it nearly enough yet.
The casino had given her a massive credit line, and she planned on living it up for a very long time.
Old Mr. Blake's face darkened the moment he recognized the woman standing in front of him.
He had come here for a quiet game of chess, only to be ambushed by this notorious mistress.
And she actually had the audacity to call him family in a public setting?
His expression turned to pure ice. "Mrs. Mercer, I suggest you remember your place. Since when are we family? Keep your nonsense to yourself. This is a public venue, and I won't have you causing unnecessary misunderstandings. I made it perfectly clear: the Blake family will never accept your daughter. A girl raised by a woman with zero moral decency has no right to step foot in my home.
If my son insists on marrying her, that is his foolish mistake. I am old, and I can no longer stop him. But I will never acknowledge you as family. I suggest you watch your behavior in public so you don't ruin what little reputation you have left.
You may not care about your dignity, but my family's honor is not to be dragged through the mud."
Old Mr. Blake delivered the crushing dressing-down right in front of his friend, pulling absolutely no punches.
The friend simply rubbed his nose and looked the other way, clearly wanting no part in the Blake family's domestic drama.

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