The Heiress's High-Stakes Gamble
Language: en
I was taking a breather on a cruise ship in international waters when I stumbled upon my stepsister surrounded at a poker table. Her two childhood friends stood opposite her, flanking a delicate-looking girl, sneers playing on their lips: "What's wrong, Miss Vance? Can't afford to call? Weren't you tough before? Daring to ask Chloe for three million for a scarf?" "Folding is fine too. Just sign over your 15% of the Vance family shares to Chloe tomorrow." My sister's knuckles were white, her eyes rimmed with red. Someone laughed and loosened his tie: "No money, little girl? How about…