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    At Kurt’s deration, the crowd gasped in unison, their gazes sharp with envy directed at Lorraine. Five percent ownership in Miller’s Casino? That kind of reward would ignite jealousy in even the mostposed onlooker. Should Lorraine acquire it, the Reynolds family would bask in effortless affluence for the rest of their days.


    Someone muttered with a bitter chuckle, “Why doesn’t fortune ever shine on me the way it does on Miss Reynolds?”


    “I seriously envy this unbelievable stroke of luck.”


    “I believe Mr. Miller has faith in Miss Jones. He’s counting on her to seed—that’s the only reason he made such an offer.”


    Voices shed, opinions varied, and necks stretched toward Lorraine, everyone curious to see her next step. Had they been given a simr chance, none of them would hesitate. After all, what if victory was within reach?


    The majority held tight to the chance of securing that fortune—so did Lorraine, despite her uncertainty about her mentor’s real connection to Tiana. With so much on the line, anyone might take the risk.


    Pretending to be troubled, Lorraine responded, “I hadn’t nned to bring any inconvenience to my mentor, but since my words are being questioned, I must invite him here to rify matters.”


    She spoke with such righteousness, yet a number of attendees doubted her motives, whispering that she might be eyeing those lucrative shares.


    “Go ahead and invite your mentor over. I’d love to meet this so-called master of the keys,” Christina said slyly, lips curled in a teasing smile.


    Lorraine returned a frosty re before pulling out her phone. Once the line connected, she asked quietly, “Are you avable today?”


    “I am. What’s going on?”


    “Kurt heard about your talent on the piano and wishes to meet you. Would you minding over…”


    Silence lingered for a beat, and then came a solemn answer. “I cane, but it will take some time.”


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    “That’s perfectly fine. I will just wait for you.”


    Ending the call, Lorraine looked around, her expression brimming with confidence. “My mentor agreed toe. Once he’s here, everyone will be convinced beyond a doubt.”


    To Lorraine, her mentor’s agreement toe alone proved he wasn’t a fraud. After all, a fraud wouldn’t dare approach the Miller estate—it would be far too dangerous if exposed.


    The guests shared the same thought. No impostor would risk such a high-stakes exposure. If exposed, the consequences would be dire.


    “Well, with Lorraine’s mentor en route, why don’t we begin the festivities?” Celine proposed diplomatically.


    Once Kurt settled into his seat, well-wishers lined up to extend their greetings. Presents began to pile up around him in no time.


    “I brought this ssical scroll painting. I hope it brings you joy,” Lorraine said politely, motioning for the attendant to present the artwork.


    As the scroll was revealed, a tranquilndscape emerged, its elegance evident in every brushstroke.


    Kurt examined it and gave a pleased smile. “Excellent. This suits my taste perfectly.”


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