The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 165

What Mark said was reasonable. Yvette could not find fault with him. "Really?"

"Yeah," Mark replied and went upstairs to get changed. Now there were only Yvette and Summer in the living room.

Just when Yvette was about to speak, a series of footsteps was heard before Grace and Charlie came through the door.

"Happy New Year, Ms. Yvette. It has been so long yet you still look as pretty as ever." Charlie's charming eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled.

No one disliked compliments. Yvette was no exception. She broke into a bright smile. "You sweettalker."

While speaking, Yvette cast her eyes on Grace, looking at her up and down. "This is..."

Grace was wearing fur and a short skirt with heavy makeup, her black wavy hair cascading down her shoulders.

"Nice to meet you. I am a friend of Summer's. I have always wanted to meet you because I have heard from Summer that you are young and beautiful," Grace said politely.

Grace was good with people. She knew what to say and when to say it, depending on the people and circumstances.

But Yvette disliked women with heavy makeup. It got worse when she heard Grace was a friend of Summer’s. She secretly despised Grace, but it did not show on her face. "Maria, two cups of coffee, please."

Grace was smart enough to see that Yvette was giving her the cold shoulder. But she pretended not to see it.

By this time, Mark had gotten changed and came downstairs. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Charlie and Grace. "I didn't know that you two would come together."

Charlie gave him a sideways look. "Why wouldn't we come together, Mark?"

Grace quietly swept her eyes over Charlie, who had a hickey on the neck. She deliberately left that hickey o n his neck last night. It now looked black and blue.

Raine glanced at the four of them. "I am not so good at that."

"It doesn’t matter. You will be given a handicap." Charlie looked at Mark and Summer.

"Count me out. I will just watch you guys playing," Mark said.

They did not go to the room but stayed in the living hall. Four of them sat at the table while Mark stayed out and watched from the sidelines.

Three women and a man, Charlie.

"Now, I am not going to pull punches just because you all are women. So you all had better prepare yourselves. Let’s start with a higher ante: three thousand. How about that?"