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    Meanwhile, the elderly man had fixed his eyes on Christina, certain she’d yed fair the entire time. Pulling off a feat like that took genuine talent—no ordinary gambler could manage it.


    A new thought crossed the elderly man’s mind: if she ever joined his family as his granddaughter-inw, his wild grandson would finally be put in his ce. The idea of seeing his grandson’s ego take a hit made his grin wider than ever. That boy had gone unchecked for too long, and now, someone might finally be able to knock him down a peg.


    The onlookers couldn’t hold back their thoughts.


    “I thought luck was all she had, but she’s a real pro.”


    “I looked down on her earlier ’cause she’s a woman—now I feel like pping myself twice. She’s the real deal.”


    “You think she could actually go toe-to-toe with Epic, the legendary gambler?”


    “Don’t kid yourself. Epic is on another level—no one matches up.”


    “Epic hasn’t been seen at the tables since retirement, but I’ve heard rumors Epic has been hanging around the Miller family’s casino every night…”


    Each remark reached Christina’s ears. A subtle twitch creased her brow, and an icy spark lit up her gaze. Someone out there was daring enough to impersonate her? A slow, sly smile crept onto her lips. Now things were getting interesting. Looked like a trip to the Miller family’s casino was in order—time toe face-to-face with the fraud pretending to be Epic.


    “You had to have cheated! There’s no way you beat me fair!” the lean man shouted, his face twisted with fury as he suddenly jabbed a finger at Christina in usation. He still refused to ept defeat—the thought of losing 100 grand to her made his heart feel like it was being shredded.


    Challenge danced in Christina’s eyes as she retorted, “Where’s your proof? Did you actually catch me cheating? Even if I did, so what?”


    She let her eyebrow lift, lips curling into a smirk.


    Curling into a cocky grin, Christina said,


    “Every gambler knows the game—if you don’t get caught, it’s called skill, not cheating.”


    Stunned into silence, the lean man had noeback—her logic was wless.


    If he couldn’t expose her, then she had simply yed better.


    The crowd echoed her im.


    “She’s right. There’s no evidence she cheated.”


    “Anyone here spot her pulling a fast one? Because I sure didn’t.”


    “Quit stalling and hand over the money. Act like a man.”


    The lean man’s re swept across the group, instantly silencing them.


    Stubbornness took hold as he screamed,


    “I don’t care! You cheated! You lost the game, and you’re paying—one hundred grand, plus a million for cheating!”


    Christina nearly burst outughing at how ridiculous his words were.


    “Unbelievable. Your shamelessness astounds me.”


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