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    Off to the side, the elderly man who’d been quietly watching couldn’t help but grin. This girl was a riot. Bringing her into the family as a granddaughter-inw might be the best decision he’d ever make—life would never be dull again. Wasting money on hustlers just to spice up his day would be a thing of the past. He ran a hand along his chin, his expression shifting into a thoughtful frown. The real concern now was whether someone like her would even spare a nce at that spoiled grandson of his.


    “Time’s up,” Christina said coldly. “You lost fair and square. Are you going to cough up the cash, or should I make you?”


    The lean man’s spine stiffened, defiance flickering across his face, but in the end, he surrendered and reluctantly forked over the cash he’d swindled from the elderly man.


    Once the moneynded in her hands, Christina passed it straight to the old man. “Go ahead. Count it yourself and make sure it’s all there. I got your money back for you, but I’ve got one rule—no more gambling. Nearly everyone who ys ends up with nothing. It’s not a path to wealth. It’s a shortcut to ruin.”


    “Absolutely. You have my word!” the elderly man nodded. Now that he’d found such an amusing firecracker, he had no reason to keep wasting money for fun.


    Still fuming, the lean man blurted out, “Think you can handle another round against me?”


    Everyone’s gaze was glued to the lean man, defiance practically radiating from his face. His disbelief in Christina’s win still held him hostage. He refused to ept that she had actually outsmarted him.


    “So, what kind of wager are you making this time?” Christina asked, her voice steady, her eyes unreadable.


    “This round—lowest roll wins!” The lean man whipped out his phone and thrust it toward the crowd, showing off his bank bnce. “A hundred grand on the table!”


    His focus darted to Christina’s phone, plotting hiseback. There was no way he’d let her walk away a second time. Today, he told himself, that fortune sitting in her ount would be his. At the very least, he would walk away with a million from her.


    “All right,” Christina responded, meeting his challenge head-on.


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    The lean man shed a smug grin and added a new condition. “This round, no damaging the dice. Anyone who damages them loses on the spot—kiss the hundred grand goodbye and cough up a million as a penalty for breaking the rules!”


    A collective hiss swept through the crowd. Everyone caught on—this was nothing but a setup, a greedy scheme to trip her up.


    Confidence gleamed in the lean man’s eyes as he shed a taunting grin. “Well? Are you scared?”


    “Not in the slightest,” Christina answered, her voice cool as ice.


    His smirk stretched wider, convinced he’d already won. “And remember, if it’s a tie, the house wins.”


    “Agreed.” Christina barely blinked, a sly smile flickering across her lips.


    After fresh dice were brought out, she scooped them into her cup and gave it a sharp shake.


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