Chapter 300:


    A wry smile crossed Rachel’s face in response. She had braced for him to defend Tracy, yet his swift, firm reply was still a surprise. He seemed unable to tolerate any distress directed at his beloved Tracy.


    “ying the protector so soon, huh?” Rachel teased. “If she’s that precious to you, maybe keep her safe at home, treated like royalty, rather than letting her gamble with us here. She really shouldn’t havee to the game today.”


    Stunned by her words, Brian struggled to respond. Previously, her love had softened the harsh contours of her personality. Now, devoid of that love, her words became cutting and formidable.


    Brian responded, “That’s not my intention.”


    Rachel retorted, “I understand, Mr. White. It seems you’re quite bothered by how I treat your secretary.”


    Without a word, Brian grew quiet. Realizing that Rachel was getting upset and their conversation was going nowhere, he chose to hold his peace. Any further discussion would only worsen the strain between them.


    “Tracy Haynes, have you decided yet?” Rachel inquired, pushing for an answer.


    Tracy was deep in thought. She weighed her options carefully and with great deliberation. Just as the words “I ept” were on the tip of her tongue, she caught Rachel and Yvonne sharing a quick, knowing look. Their exchanged nces seemed to confirm their expectation that she would take the bait.


    This realization made Tracy pause, suddenly wary. The idea of kissing an attendant? Rachel’s bold challenge indicated her belief that Tracy would not win. If not for Yvonne’s consistent arrogance throughout, which became evident when Tracy remembered their exchanged nces, Tracy wouldn’t have been so sure that Yvonne held the winning card. The chances were exceedingly slim, far less than hers had ever been. However, the unmistakable assurance from both Yvonne and Rachel suggested that Yvonne indeed had the winning card.


    This confirmed Tracy’s suspicions, as Yvonne’s confidence throughout was underscored by the meaningful look exchanged earlier—leaving Tracy certain that the card in question was the winning one. With a heavy heart, Tracy said, “I’m sorry, but I have to decline this.”


    “Are you saying you’re backing out?” Rachel questioned.


    “I need to sit this round out,” Tracy said emphatically.


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    Rachel peered at her and asked once more, “Are you sure about this?”


    “Yes, without a doubt. I’m stepping aside this round,” Tracy said. In anticipation of disagreement, Tracy adeptly returned her card to the deck, ensuring it was well integrated with the others.


    Grins spread across both Rachel and Yvonne’s faces, sharing a moment of silent triumph.


    Eric examined the “5” in his grip and said, “It appears Ms. Marsh and I are out of this round. Mrs. Burke, you’ve won. What’s your request?” Yvonne gestured towards Brian and said, “You ought to pose that question to Mr. White.”


    This time, Eric, normally quick on the uptake, was slow to grasp the implication. However, Norton, acting quickly, revealed Yvonne’s card. Disyed before her was a stark “7”, bold and definitive. It became clear that Yvonne was not in possession of the winning card. On the table, it was Brian’s Jack that stood as the highest, crowning him the winner by default.


    Tracy was the real winner, but giving up meant giving away her victory. At that instant, Tracy’splexion turned a deep shade of red with fury. She could no longer contain her frustration and shouted, “How could you manipte me like this? You’re just ying games with me!”


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