Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 104

Bright lights blazed across the lavish casino floor.

A man in a loud floral shirt, hair wild and unkempt, shoved all his chips forward and yelled, “ALL IN!”

Sixty seconds later, Jeffry stared in disbelief as every last chip vanished. The color drained from his face. “Damn it! Lost it all, again!”

Nearby, a fellow gambler fanned the flames, flashing a sly grin. “Come on, Jeffry. This little bit of cash is nothing to the Vance Family! You’re not gonna fold now, are you? Bad luck in the first half doesn’t mean you’ll lose the second. Might be your lucky break next round!”

Jeffry raked his fingers through his hair, exasperated. “Alright, get me a fresh stack. Let me call my sister first.”

He ducked into the restroom and dialed Salome.

The moment Salome heard he’d gambled away everything again, she couldn’t hold back her fury. “Are you out of your mind? Do you even know the Vance Family’s downtown project just fell through? Beckett’s already at his wits‘ end. If I go asking for more money now, I might as well kiss my place in this family goodbye!”

All traces of Jeffry’s earlier bravado vanished. He sobered instantly. “The downtown project fell through?”

That meant his own lifeline was cut off too–no more handouts, no more

scraps.

“But wasn’t that deal practically done? The contract was about to be signed. How does it just collapse overnight?”

Salome, alone in the hospital on bed rest, grew even more irritable. “Word is, it’s Edith–that witch. She’s got old ties with the Hawksleys. Apparently she poisoned the well, said something to them, and now the whole project’s dead!”

Jeffry’s face twisted in anger. He arched a brow, jaw clenched tight. “That

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little tramp–she really thinks she can mess with the Vance Family and get away with it? If she screws them over, she’s screwing me over, too.”

He let out a cold, mirthless laugh. “She needs a lesson. Otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble she’ll stir up next?”

With that, Jeffry stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes growing darker and more vicious.

Salome, now several months pregnant, was especially anxious these days. Beckett wouldn’t let her come back to the Vance estate–she was stuck in the hospital, left to stew in her own worries.

Her nerves were frayed.

She and Jeffry came to the same conclusion instantly. “Exactly. I can’t let her cause any more trouble while I’m stuck here. Losing the project is one thing, but if that woman tries seducing my husband while I’m away, then what?”

It had been ages since Beckett had even touched her.

Staring at her swollen belly and bloated body in the mirror, Salome couldn’t help but think this was the reason. Once the baby was born, she’d get her body back in shape as fast as humanly possible.

She’d always believed the only way to keep a man was with a slim figure and a pretty face.

Her eyes narrowed, venom gleaming in their depths. “Isn’t she getting married tomorrow? What if word got out–right before the wedding–that she was caught with another man? How do you think that old bastard would react?”

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