He spent years in the military, with an incredibly fit and muscular physique.
Under the ambiguous lighting, it was hard to take one's eyes off him.
"Admiral! You're leaving already?"
"The night's game isn't over! There's a table full of drinks, how can you just leave?"
Alexander Kingsley frowned, a hint of roguish charm in his smile: "Do you think I have no shame?"
Losing every time.
The last time he played against Sebastian Yansford, a single game of poker with countless explosives blew away all his clothes!
Tonight, he couldn't play any longer... no more.
"See no evil."
"I'm outta here!"
He grabbed his coat and walked out.
The crowd, not satisfied yet, glanced at Alexander Kingsley, then retracted their gazes and continued playing cards.
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When Eva Nightingale drove back to the villa, it was already late at night.
Aunt Fang rushed out of the villa anxiously: "Miss Nightingale, oh my, you're finally back!"
