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    None of them dared linger too long, though—just a quick peek before shuffling back. The memory of how she handled thest guy still sent shivers down their spines. A bruised ego was one thing, but no one wanted to risk having her stomp on their groin.


    “Th-that’s gotta be a screenshot, right?” the lean man stammered, voice wobbling as he swallowed nervously. “Who leaves millions just lying around in their ount?” She could’ve been earning a fortune if she’d invested properly. What kind of person just left 8 million sitting in a bank earning next to nothing?


    “Take a look for yourself,” Christina said tly, tapping the screen and holding it out for him to see she wasn’t bluffing.


    The lean man blinked. Unbelievable. That number staring back at him wasn’t fake—it was her real bnce. For most people, scraping together a million was a lifelong struggle. But she treated money like it was nothing—like it wasn’t even real.


    It wasn’t even worth the effort of investing. Given the same fortune, anyone else would’ve rushed to invest or stash it away—anything but leave it idle.


    A lump formed in the lean man’s throat as thoughts of easy wealth filled his head. His gaze flitted nervously from her face to her bnce. An opportunity like this didn’te around every day. Today might be the day his fortunes turned. If he cheated his way to victory and won all her money, he’d be set for life.


    The thought made him crack a grin, excitement bubbling inside him.


    “Why settle for just one round?” the lean man asked smoothly. “How about we y a few more and really make it interesting?”


    Christina’s mouth curled into a daring smirk. “I don’t mind. But one round is all it takes for me to wipe you out.”


    The lean man pursed his lips. That level of confidence was almost insulting.


    Plenty of onlookers silently agreed.


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    The lean man let out a quietugh. “We’ll just have to see about that.”


    “High or low?” Christina asked, not blinking.


    “High. No doubt about it,” he retorted.


    “Alright. Let’s y.” Without hesitation, Christina picked up the dice cup and gave it a loose shake, her face unreadable.


    A hint of triumph glimmered in the lean man’s gaze as he pictured himself winning big. No matter how confident she seemed, she didn’t stand a chance against his tricks. He had rigged both dice cups with expert precision, so subtle that nobody would ever know. As far as he was concerned, her victory was never even an option.


    Thud! Christina brought her cup down hard on the table, her stare sharp and unflinching.


    Thud! Almost instantly, the lean man followed, dropping his cup with a loud smack and wearing a grin that screamed confidence. His mind was already running wild with ideas for his new lifevish parties, new clothes, everything he ever wanted.


    She had walked right into his trap. There was no way she could win this game.


    With a loud smack, the lean man flipped his dice cup and sent the dice spinning across the table for everyone to see. Staring back at the crowd were three perfect sixes.


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