Margaret felt a little strange when Julian looked at her. She wondered why he was glaring at her.
Was he showing his seriousness, or indicating that he was handsome and cool?
Riya leaned forward and whispered, "Margaret, no wonder you have a fianc at such an old age. It is not easy for your family to have you get married."
"What do you mean? You don't even have a fianc, let alone get married."
Riya was embarrassed. "Outstanding women like me are too picky about their partners. I can't be with someone I dislike."
Margaret calmed down.
After that, their game continued. Margaret was still defeated. Although Julian was sitting beside her, he was unable to bring her luck.
Margaret was so angry that she lowered her head and muttered, "Sure enough, we don't match at all. I can't do anything well with him beside me."
She regretted it now. She should have taken a servant here. With Julian sitting next to her, her luck had been scared away by him.
