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.
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