Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 348
Her words and tone of voice melted the hearts of all the men around her! The
men at the table exchanged glances with one another, but none of them had
the guts to say anything. Just then, a burly man with tattoos stood up from
the table beside them. It was freezing outside, yet the man was dressed in an
unzipped leather jacket that revealed his muscular chest.
“Why don’t we play a game with you, gorgeous? What would you like to play?”
The burly man seized his opportunity to approach her with a wide grin on his
face. The other men who were seated at his table hurried over behind him,
and they pushed away the teenagers who had occupied the table Claudette
was at. Apparently, this new group of men was more experienced.
“Anything goes,” the lady replied without a hint of fear in her gaze. “Why don’t
we play a game of poker, then?” the burly man suggested.
“Sure!”
“Hah! Let’s start! The loser will get punished, though,” the man with tattoos
spoke loudly, and everyone around him started to cheer in excitement at his
words. There was nothing that could make the crowd heat up the way a
gorgeous woman did–just watching her play a game of poker was enough
to get the crowd to cheer!
While Claudette played a game of cards with the gangsters at her table,

Magnus maintained a calm and collected expression on his face. He simply
stood guard behind her. Some of the other customers thought Magnus was
her bodyguard, while most of them reckoned he was her boyfriend. Magnus
was covered in luxury items, and he seemed clean and well–groomed. His
hair had a fresh cut, and he stood tall and proud like any man from the
military.
Despite his smart outlook, he wore a warm and gentle smile on his face,
which made him seem especially charismatic to the public’s eye. No one
could figure out his role or where he came from. Many of the customers
hoped that the burly, tattooed man would get Claudette to take off one item
of clothing if she lost a game–after all, that seemed to be what happened in
most TV shows or movies.
However, they soon realized that they were living in a society governed by
law and order, not some fictional plot that they had in their heads. The burly
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man didn’t have the guts to suggest such a punishment, even if the thought.
did cross his mind. In the end, they simply had a friendly game with
Claudette, and the loser’s punishment was to have a drink. Although there
was little excitement in the game itself, most customers refused to leave as
they didn’t want to miss out on any juicy stuff.

As time went on, Magnus stood behind Claudette like a statue. His posture
was straight and upright the whole time, and it looked as if he wasn’t tired at
www
all. It was past midnight by the time Claudette stood up and stretched her
limbs. Everyone’s gaze immediately landed on her slender and fit figure. “Hey,
waiter! I need the bill.” The man with tattoos was in a good mood that night,
and his voice was especially loud and confident.
“I’ll pay for all your meals!” Claudette offered. The other men at her table were
stunned for a while. Even the waiter stared at her in disbelief. Wait, is she truly
a socialite? Why would a lady as gorgeous as her spend her money just to
have some fun with these gangsters? What’s going on here?
Claudette ignored all the judgmental and puzzled glances thrown in her
direction as she pulled out her phone to complete the payment. It was then
that Magnus seemed to release himself from being a statue–he took action
and reached over to pay the bill before Claudette could do so. The lady
seemed to have expected him to do it, for she simply stood up and walked
off without leaving any comments.
The man with the tattoos froze for a while before bursting into laughter.
“Damn! I’ve seen people pleasers around me, but I’ve never seen someone
kiss *ss the way you do!” It seemed like Magnus wasn’t some wealthy man, a

bodyguard, or Claudette’s boyfriend–it looked like he was just a lapdog that
followed her around.
Magnus didn’t have a choice but to let out a chuckle in response to
everyone’s disdainful glances. Then, he hurried off after Claudette. He was
well aware of what her intentions were. She wouldn’t sound too harsh with
her words and would never directly call him a lapdog. However, all her
actions earlier served the purpose of getting the rest of the customers to
perceive him as one. She wanted him to understand the dynamic of their
relationship.
“Hey, slow down, gorgeous!” The man with tattoos had enjoyed himself
earlier, but it was clear he hadn’t had enough for the night. He hurried over
and stopped himself in front of Claudette.