My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner novel Chapter 33

Sylvie looked up and met Kieran’s narrow eyes.

At the head of the card table, Mr. Kieran, dressed in a sleek black shirt and trousers, was smoking a cigarette, with a scarlet flame tucked between his long fingers.

When Felix shouted, Kieran took a smoke, and then he looked up to Sylvie. The smoke around blurred his handsome face, but faintly it could be seen that his eyebrows slightly frowning. A few seconds after, he spit out a smoke slowly from his mouth.

Sylvie was forced to come in and she was embarrassed to meet Kieran.

"Felix, where does this little beauty come from? Isn’t that most beautiful girls in 1949 present here?

“Felix, how can you hide her?" A man said with a smile.

It was clear that the men were treating Sylvie as a waitress, and Felix took a look at Kieran.

Kieran had taken back his eyes, threw out a card. His look was indifferent.

What was going on?

Had a fight?

Had a cold war?

Pretend not to know each other?

Felix smiled. Good, there would be a show. He loved fun, so he said to Sylvie, "You, come over to pour wine for us, don't you understand rules?"

A greasy man stretched his hand to drag Sylvie’s arm, "Beauty, why do you wear a veil? You have a good figure, your face must be pretty. Take off the veil and show us."

The greasy man directly uncovered the veil on the face of Sylvie.

Sylvie agilely avoided his hand, twisting her eyebrows lightly, "You are mistaken. I am not the lady here, let go!"

"Beauty, do you know who we are? It is not up to you if you are the lady here or not, it is up to us!"

The manager just now told her they were the big figure in H City, who she could not afford to offend.

Sylvie didn't want to get into these troubles, but she was in bad luck today. She was pushed into this room.

"Why don't we make a bet on whether this beauty will be pretty or ugly when she takes off her veil?"

"Okay, that's interesting. I bet she's pretty ugly. If she looks like a fairy, she would have taken off her veil. Beauty is the strongest arm of a woman.”

"I bet she looks fairy, because her figure was pretty good. I can't help it. Haha."

In this kind of occasion, the man's conversation was always dirty. Sylvie, trapped in it, became a topic between men.

Today, Sylvie wore a dress, with fringed dress placed below the knee. Her skeleton was slender and soft, not the kind of exaggerated S curve, but graceful and elegant.

Even if she had not shown anything, the scantily clad beauties in the luxury box would have been overwhelmed by her.

Sylvie took a look at Kieran in the main position. He was smoking, accompanied by a beauty, and did not pay attention to her.

Now he was high up, cold and ruthless.

Even if she were in trouble, he would not help her.

He took her for a stranger.

Although this was what she wanted, having a line between each other, but Sylvie still felt very painful in heart.

Then the greasy man who was dragging her tried to take off her veil again and said, "Beauty, all bets are made. Show us what you look like."

"Wait a minute." Sylvie spoke quickly.