Chapter 190

Ashlyn sized Henry up. In her opinion, he was actually quite cute. If not for his horrendous outfit, he could have been quite a dashing little prince.

Hence, she replied truthfully, “You’re not ugly, but you dress ugly.”

A grin broke up on Henry’s face almost at once. “Then how do you think I should dress?”

Thank God it’s not because I am ugly!

“Um, maybe something like what Blair is wearing now.” Ashlyn pointed at Blair. He only had a white singlet and a pair of jeans on. Together with his white Vans, Blair looked like a girl’s teenage crush in high school.

But Henry could not agree with Ashlyn. “You want me to dress like Blair? He dresses like a homeless man!”

Blair was offended by Henry’s remarks on his appearance. “Hey, shut your mouth!”

“Are you guys still playing?” Tinsor was tired of Henry being at the center of attention, especially now that Ashlyn was with them. Tsk. Do you even know her?

Kill me please.

Stop being such a suck-up.

Ashlyn saw the boys quarreling among themselves and couldn’t hold in her smile.

Now with a gentle grin on her face, her expression softened a lot.

The few youngsters caught sight of her unintentional smile and were awestruck.

“Oh my Ashlyn, you are a goddess!” Henry quickly responded.

All of these youngsters had older siblings to dote on them. Thus, they were quite outspoken and playful.

Certainly, they had seen a lot of pretty girls before.

In fact, they were even friends with many influencers or celebrities around their age.

However, none of the people they met before had exuded such a dignified aura around them as Ashley had.

After everyone sat at the table, the game of cards began. Ashlyn was the first player to make a move.

After rearranging her deck, Ashlyn smiled as she played her hand.

Tinsor howled in dismay right away. “Oh shucks, my hand is smaller than that!”

However, even though the youngsters were off to a rough start, they were able to play a few hands that somewhat impressed Ashlyn.

Still, Ashlyn won the round of poker.

Ashlyn slapped her cards on the table. Plush!

“It can’t be!”

Tinsor and his friends stared at Ashlyn in frustration.

They could not believe that they had lost.

Unsatisfied with themselves, they went for a few more rounds. Still, Ashlyn emerged as the victor for each of the games afterward.

Not before long, Ashlyn had a stash of cash in her hand.

The money she won in less than an hour was more than all the money Blair had lost to them earlier.

Tinsor’s and his friends’ wallets seemed to be getting thinner as time went on.

When Tinsor finally realized how much he had lost to Ashlyn, he asked her shakily, “Milady, h-how are you so good at this?”

Blair was delighted now that he had his revenge.

No one expected Ashlyn to be such an adept player of poker.

A few hours soon passed. The sky was starting to darken.

Ashlyn got on her feet and glanced at the stack of money she won before turning her gaze to the few rascals who had suffered an overwhelming loss to her.

“Alright, we are done for today! Blair will treat us to dinner at the Imperial Hotel!”

“We’re having dinner at the Imperial Hotel? There’s no way we can get in there! We need a reservation to be seated at the Imperial Hotel!” Blair didn’t mind treating everyone, but he was concerned about getting a seat at the Imperial Hotel.

Everyone in the region knew how difficult it was to secure a reservation at the Imperial Hotel. According to hearsay, reservations at Imperial Hotel had to come in at least one week before.

If the lot of them just walked in without making any reservations, they would surely not be seated.

However, Ashlyn was resolved to spend the money she won on the kids themselves. “Let’s just go there. There will be seats for us.”

Ashlyn and the youngsters were in one of the private rooms of a leisure club that also housed many other sports and entertainment facilities.

Before leaving the place, Blair, who had booked the private room under his name earlier, excitedly dashed to the counter to pay the rental fees.

However, on his way back, he heard a familiar voice coming from one of the private rooms.

“Hayden Haddock, get off of me, you monster! Believe me when I say my brother will slaughter you!”

A man shouted back, “F*ck you, little sl*t! You think I’m scared of your brother? Everyone knows he doesn’t care about you! I’ll get myself inside you tonight for sure!”

It’s Naomi!

Anxiously, Blair barged into the private room where the noise had come from. “Naomi!”

The private room reeked of alcohol and some unknown substance. A few men were sitting on the sofa and each of them had a lady in one arm. In one corner, Naomi was pressed under a man with her skirt torn. Her fair shoulders were in plain sight, and there were bruises on her face. She looked disheveled, and the man on her seemed to be the one who had done that to her.