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    “Pay up!” the lean man blurted out. “Or I’ll call my guys—and believe me, they don’t take long to show.”


    “You’re the one who should be handing over the cash,” Christina replied, her voice calm as ever.


    She lifted the dice cup and held it up for everyone to see.


    “You’ve been rigging the game from the start.”


    With a flick of her thumb, she pressed a button hidden in the cup’s base.


    Instantly, the crowd saw how the dice could be forced to show any result.


    Cries of outrage broke out as the truth hit home.


    “So that’s how he kept rolling perfect sets! I thought it was pure skill!”


    “I actually believed he was just lucky—turns out he’s nothing but a crook.”


    “Rigging the game in front of us all? Someone ought to teach him a lesson!”


    The lean man staggered back, caught off guard.


    He hadn’t expected her to expose his scam.


    A knot of dread twisted in his stomach.


    How did she spot his trick?


    Did she know about his cup from the very beginning?


    “You—you knew the cup was rigged and still gambled with me! You set me up!” he roared, jabbing a finger at her.


    Rage and humiliation collided inside him.


    Dismissive, Christina shrugged and pulled out her phone.


    “Excuses won’t pay the bill. Transfer 1.1 million. Now.”


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    The lean man’s eyes widened as he faced Christina.


    “Have you even heard yourself? How outrageous of you to demand 1.1 million!”


    Losing a hundred grand was painful enough—adding a million felt downright criminal.


    Rules were rules, and Christina didn’t hesitate.


    “You set the penalty yourself. Cheaters pay a million. You lost and rigged the game. Time to settle up.”


    A hollowugh escaped the lean man’s lips.


    “But you also cheated!”


    Christina let a sneer curl at her lips.


    “Got anything to back that up? Show me where I cheated, and maybe I’ll admit defeat.”


    She waspletely unfazed—her win was all skill, no trickery.


    “You!” he sputtered, frustration tightening his voice. He opened his mouth again, but nothing credible came out.


    Christina raised an eyebrow, her voiceced with mockery.


    “Speechless? No proof at all?”


    The lean man threw out a desperate bluff.


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