Chapter 27 What's Wrong with Liking Someone

• Joel looked back at Gemma's "resurrection" and everything that had changed about her, from her personality to her identity, and even her performance and gambling skills tonight. It was as if her soul had been transmigrated and she had become a completely different person.
• Or perhaps this was the real her, and during her three years with the Summers family, she had just been hiding her true abilities. Joel didn't like vague situations, and he was feeling a bit impatient.
• "Bro, tell me the truth; did you let her win because she looks like your deceased ex-wife?" Travis didn't believe in coincidences, and even if Gemma had real skills, why didn't Joel just use his ace card?
• The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became. Joel ignored him and got into the car. Travis followed him in and couldn't stop talking.
• "Don't just say she looks like her; even if your ex-wife had come back to life, you couldn't go back to her. This woman is ruthless; no wonder she can manipulate men; she's a top player!" He muttered, and Joel's previously calm mood became a bit irritated. He lit the cigarette he had been wanting to smoke, and smoke curled between his distinct fingers; his expression was dark and unclear.
• Leticia was smiling all the way, and she walked out with Michael one after the other. The two of them looked at Travis in the car, feeling completely different.
• Michael waved his hand and smiled mischievously. "Travis kept his word; he's a man of his word. I have to look at you with new eyes."
• Travis' face turned red as a tomato. He didn't give a damn! If it weren't for this group of jackals and tigers holding him back, would he have lost his face at his grandmother's house?
• Tonight was a stain on his life; how could he hold his head up high in the future?
• Travis was so angry that he turned his head away. Joel looked at Michael and asked in a low voice, "What's the relationship between Gemma and Master Michael?"
• "Joel, that's an impolite question. Whatever the relationship is; it has nothing to do with you, why are you asking?" Michael coldly glanced at them and smiled with a devil-may-care attitude.
• "Does Travis not agree? Would you have let it go if Gemma had lost tonight? You guys insisted on gambling, and you lost fair and square. Do men not have as much tolerance as women?"
• "It's rare to see Master Michael defend a woman like this. Do you like her?" Joel looked at him meaningfully.
• "So what if I do?" Michael raised his eyebrows and smiled confidently, accepting his scrutiny frankly. "I have a good eye, unlike some people who are blind even with their eyes open."
• Joel started the car with no expression; his dark eyes were sharp and dangerous. Travis couldn't take it anymore and urged them to leave quickly.
• Unaware of the change in the atmosphere, he continued to complain, "Ever since that thing happened to the Carne family, they've been treating Michael like a precious gem. They won't even give up the moon for the stars, and with their family's conditions, they want Ian's second-hand goods. Are they out of their minds?"
• Stephen frowned. The Carne family's matter was taboo for Joel, and he indeed tightened his face when he heard it. Unfortunately, Travis didn't have the eye to see it.
• "Just like when you wanted to marry that country bumpkin back then, we couldn't understand it. Fortunately, God has eyes, and she died. But it doesn't matter; we never really saw her as a person."
• "If Gemma were alive, she would have divorced Joel for two years. You don't have to be so harsh," Stephen angrily blurted out.
• "No, what do you mean?" Travis looked at him in shock. "Don't tell me you also have a crush on Gemma?"
• "What's wrong with that?"
• The car suddenly stopped. Joel's face turned dark, and his chest felt like it had been punched and hurt.
• Travis was startled by his sudden braking, and before he could recover from Stephen's words, he was forced out of the car. He looked confused, tapping on the car window and asking what was wrong with Joel, feeling that his face looked terrible.