?Chapter 372:


    The dealer began the countdown. “Three… Two… One… Go!”


    As soon as the dealer called “Go,” he threw the whole deck high into the air. Cards fluttered everywhere, falling like scattered petals.


    Every eye in the room followed the cards as they drifted down. Nobody blinked. The suspense kept everyone on edge, hearts racing. To snag the highest cards before they hit the floor would take quick eyes and even quicker hands.


    The excitement in the air was thick. Everyone waited, breathless, eager to see who would win.


    Before anyone could react, both the masked man and Christina had already grabbed three cards each.


    As they held their cards, Dn appeared nearby, his arrival almost unnoticed. He paused briefly, his sharp, icy gaze fixing on the thoroughly disguised Christina on stage. A flicker of recognition stirred within him, though he couldn’t quite ce it.


    The casino manager, noticing Dn’s hesitation, leaned in and whispered, “That’s a match against Epic, the casino’s legendary gambler. Interested in watching?”


    “No,” Dn replied coldly, shaking his head and swiftly turning his attention elsewhere.


    Perhaps Dn’s gaze had lingered too long because Christina immediately sensed it. She nced his way and caught him looking at her again. A jolt of surprise ran through her, and she quickly looked away, not daring to hold his gaze. What was Dn doing at the casino? Was he searching for the Miller family? Despite her confidence in the disguise—so thorough that even friends wouldn’t recognize her—she felt nervous under Dn’s piercing eyes.


    Meanwhile, Dn narrowed his brows slightly before silently walking away. He wasn’t interested in this so-called Epic. Yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that the masked challenger was somehow familiar.


    When Christina dared to look again, Dn had already vanished. A soft sigh of relief escaped her lips, but it carried a strange sting of disappointment. It seemed Dn had not recognized her at all, which was to be expected. Her mask and custom wig made her look like apletely different person. She had gone to great lengths to wear a skillfully crafted headpiece that covered her entire head and neck, even revealing an obvious Adam’s apple.


    A voice from the stage broke her thoughts. “What’s the matter? Are you too afraid to show your cards?”


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    Turning back, she saw the masked man holding up his three cards, while the audience waited expectantly for her move.


    “Why is he just sitting there, clutching his cards and ncing around? Is he scared or something?”


    “Ha-ha! He’s definitely scared! Didn’t I say he couldn’t beat Epic? I can’t wait for him to face the underwater challenge.”


    “The whole thing is terrifying to watch, even if it’s not deadly. Honestly, I wouldn’t want to try it myself.”


    Through all the jeers and whispers, Christina remained perfectlyposed. None of the mocking fazed her in the slightest. Stepping onto that stage meant she was certain of her victory. She had no doubt the man before her would lose.


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