Just when he couldn't resist going up to grab Dora Johnson's photo, under the table, Ruby Mercer controlled his hand.
A warning glare:
Lionel, do you have a death wish?
If you want to die, go die by yourself! Don't implicate my Dora Johnson!
Her gaze shifted, she narrowed her eyes, staring at the three photos in front of her.
She carefully looked at each one.
But upon seeing the photo that only moderately resembled Dora Johnson, she squinted a bit, brought it closer, then farther away to inspect it!
Finally, her gaze rested on the clearly swollen belly, with a tightened expression.
"Pregnant woman?"
Jack's face sank, "I only just discovered she's pregnant!"
Ruby Mercer smirked coldly, "Jack, I said I'm rich, but I never said my money falls out of the sky!"
Jack immediately pulled out Dora Johnson's photo, "Then what about these two?"
"Quite capable, and really knows how to play, the kind that plays without restraint!"
