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    Yvonne turned her attention back to Tracy. “So, Tracy Haynes, are you—”


    “Am I allowed to?”


    “Of course, as long as you’re ready to either win or drink.”


    Tracy wasn’t so lucky. In the very first round, she lost, with Yvonneing out on top.


    Yvonne wasted no time, grinning as she asked, “Truth or dare?”


    Tracy hesitated for a brief moment before settling on, “Truth.”


    “Alright.” Yvonne’s smile widened. She didn’t even need to think about it. “Alright then. When was your first kiss with your first boyfriend?”


    Tracy’s face turned red, looking ufortable and tense. Brian’s expression also grew serious.


    Yvonne, ever the expert at stirring the pot, sneered. She knew full well that Brian wasn’t Tracy’s first boyfriend, yet she had deliberately posed the question, aiming to ruffle as many feathers as possible.


    Noticing Tracy’s difort, Yvonne leaned in with a teasing grin. “Time’s running out. Better answer quickly.”


    Tracy’s expression darkened noticeably. Holding her clothes tightly, she stuttered uncertainly, “L…” Her eyes darted around nervously before settling on a nearby ss filled with liquor. She grasped the ss firmly, saying, “The rules say we can take a penalty drink. I’ll drink this round.”


    She then prepared to gulp down the strong liquor. Before she could, a hand intercepted, taking the ss from her hand.


    “This liquor’s too strong for you,” Brian remarked, quickly downing three sses himself. cing the empty ss on the table, he announced to the room, “I’ve taken her penalties—three sses.”


    Laughing, Yvonne teased, “Eric just downed three penalty drinks as well. Why don’t you match him and go for one more?”


    Without a word of protest, Brian obliged, and a fourth ss of liquor vanished as he swallowed it swiftly.


    “Taking care of your secretary quite well, aren’t you?” Yvonne teased, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Very thoughtful indeed!”


    Since Brian had willingly drunk four sses, Yvonne had no more to argue. Now the victor of the round, Yvonne began shuffling the cards. She offered the deck to Tracy with an exaggerated gesture.


    “Your turn, Tracy!”


    Considering her bad luck earlier, Tracy was reluctant to draw. Looking to Rachel, she suggested, “Everyone knows Rachel and Miss Jimenez are on good terms. Let’s have Rachel draw! I’ll sit this one out.” Her smile was poised, yet it quickly stiffened.


    “Miss Jimenez?” Yvonne echoed mockingly. “Just a reminder, I prefer Mrs. Burke. And you, calling her Rachel? Since when are you two on good terms?” Resting her hand on her forehead, she eximed, “Did I lose my memory or something?”


    Tracy’s face turned as pale as a sheet of paper. She remained seated, silently biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes, looking every part the picture of vulnerability.


    Pulling on Yvonne’s sleeve with a stern look, Norton said, “Stop it, that’s enough.”


    Brushing off his hand, Yvonne scoffed, “Isn’t Tracy Haynes charming? Even my own husband is getting restless,ing to her defense.” Turning to Norton with a pointed look, she remarked, “Darling, you’re quite the knight in shining armor. Your friend hasn’t said a word yet, and here you are, more concerned than he is.”


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