“Ouch, that can’t be served by you, Sister Paige, you’re our Big BOSS.”
David immediately made a respectful face, but his eyes were fixed on her vacated seat, already ready to be a substitute.
“Alright, play.”
It was a rare moment of relaxation for them after this one, the Wind Islanders, were picked up, and this was a natural time to let loose and play.
Paige said and headed out the door, returning to the small hall with nine glasses of juice at the venue.
Only to see that it wasn’t David sitting in her spot, but President RafaelRafael.
Rafael was sitting at the mahjong table, well-dressed and regal, lifting his hand to touch the mahjong, leisurely filing it into the one in front of him and playing another one.
Seeing Paige come back, Rafael raised his eyes to her and jawed, “Paige, it’s noisy outside, it’s still quiet here, you don’t mind if I come here uninvited, do you?”
“Don’t mind.” Paige said, she was having fun today too, what was there to mind.
Seeing that Paige had said so, Cynthia, who was sitting on Rafael’s right side, immediately smiled and said, “Yes, President, you are now our Peak Club’s son-in-law, a member of our own family.”
The first time they were received by the President, they were all still a group of ordinary students, trembling with fear that they would not do well.
And now, they had all been calm to the core.
After all, their Peak Club’s son-in-law, a President of Country A, and Country A’s number one plutocrat, they were also considered people who had come through the great world.
“…”
Rafael listened, and the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses swept past a flash of ghostly light.
Peak Club’s son-in-law, too, and he had taken up such a marriage.
He hooked his lips.
“Juice.” Paige walked up behind Carrie with a dinner plate and handed everyone juice.
Everyone went to look and saw that there were no more or less than exactly nine glasses of juice on the dinner plate, so they couldn’t help but all curb their smiles and their faces stared.
Peak Club’s nine sons, one cup no less.
Paige always thinks of Peak Club as all nine of them.
Rafael happened to be a little thirsty, raised his hand and went to get it.
Carrie’s eyes changed slightly when she saw this, and she subconsciously stopped Rafael’s hand from leaning over.
Rafael furrowed his brows and looked at her suspiciously.
Carrie set aside the juice she had just taken in front of him, “You can have my glass, I’m not thirsty.”
What a sensitive man Rafael was after five years of being President, he raised his eyes and noticed a circle of people around him all looking at him with desire to speak, including Nick, who was sitting across from him, with the exact same look.
It wasn’t malicious to say the least, but there was just an exclusivity to it that was off-putting.
Rafael wondered if Enrico was treated the same way here as he hooked his lips and gazed at Carrie’s indifferent face with a smirk, “I can’t have any of your Peak Club’s juices with their names printed on them?”
He didn’t need to get angry, the atmosphere had already steeply changed.
Carrie met his gaze and nodded, explaining matter-of-factly, “It’s printed with names, and three of the glasses are for our classmates who died in River Town.”
“…”
Rafael didn’t expect it to be for such a reason, and for a moment he couldn’t say anything, but the tinge of discomfort was staying in his mind.
He never should have found the meeting place boring and come running here.
Carrie, who recognized herself as having worked with Rafael for some time and seen him many times, didn’t think anything of it and looked down at the mahjong in front of her.
Cynthia, sitting at the table and watching, could clearly sense the mood on Rafael’s side, and she kicked Carrie under the table, signaling her to go coax the President.
Carrie did not take Rafael as her husband in her heart, naturally she did not think that much.
When she saw Cynthia kicking herself, she took it to mean she was rushing out the cards.
“Wait, I’ll think about it.” Carrie said, concentrating on the current situation on the field.
Just now when Paige was present, Nick lost the most, the account was transferred one after another, no surprise, Nick’s side should be asking for a cylinder.
With this in mind, Carrie threw out a three-barrel.
Anyway, they were all playing casually, so they didn’t need to care so much about winning or losing.
“I win.” Nick pushed down the mahjong in front of himself, a rare bit of smile on his face.
“Carrie, isn’t this too intentional, Brother Nick’s side looks like he wants the cylinder, and you still dare to put out.” David, who was standing behind Rafael watching the cards, came around and pushed down the mahjong in front of Carrie.
Carrie’s hand was very smooth, with only two singles remaining, a hit out of three cylinders and a six.
“Yeah, Carrie, it’s all singles, why don’t you play sixes?” Cynthia looked at her as well.
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Rafael suddenly pushed down the mahjong in front of her.
The cards were good, and it was just one six away from winning.
Coincidentally, it was the six that Carrie didn’t play.
Rafael’s face, which had always looked svelte and gentle, lost its expression and just sat there.
“…”
For a moment, the entire small hall fell silent as the crowd looked at each other.
Carrie also noticed that she had offended Rafael a little bit, and couldn’t help but be silent, he had hidden his card phase so deeply, how could she know, he was waiting for six stripes ah.
Paige stood behind Carrie, lowered her head to take a sip of juice, through the lens, her eyes flicked between Rafael and Carrie.
“Carrie’s pretty good at math… you lose more when you play sixes, or less when you play three barrels.”
She said lightly.
At that, Carrie glanced back at her gratefully and complied, “Yes, it’s natural to lose less when you’re losing anyway.”
Heh.
Rafael sneered at her.
Nick’s card is clear, his card is dark, which is she guessing that he made a big card, she is clearly trying to send Nick to win.
He withdrew his eyes and didn’t break it down.
After all, people are only a small couple, explicitly can not show love, can only engage in small actions, he can not be so insensitive.
But this mood, is completely bad.
Shuffle again.
Not a fool, Peak Club crowd looked at the atmosphere is not right, desperately talking about other topics, not long, the atmosphere will pick hot again.
Paige watched them play a few rounds, got a little bored, and turned with her juice and walked out onto the small patio, leaning to look out over the city at night.
I wonder how Enrico and Gabriel will get along.
Had Enrico been able to accept the baby?
Paige could judge a lot of things, but not Enrico’s attitude toward Gabriel.
She tilted her head and took a sip of her juice, very sweet.
“Sister Paige, it’s time to count the final roll call results of the general election!” Someone called out to her from inside.
“Coming.”
Paige set aside her glass and returned to the large venue with Rafael and the Peak Club crowd, sitting back in her seat.
On the stage, the performers had all come off and the fly screen switched to direct news from one of the stations.
The camera shows an extremely dark night, with lights dotted around the area, and the reporter standing in front of an office building with a microphone in his hand, and through the glass of the building he can see the preparations for the roll call ready to go.
It’s an uncontested general election contest.
The seats perked up, each discussing their own, and everyone in the Wind Island area was so excited they kept their eyes on the big screen.