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    Lorraine simmered with frustration, but she had no choice but to keep ying. She looked at her cards, baffled, with no idea how to move forward.


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    “You lost,” Davina announced with a satisfied smile as she ced a neat set on the table.


    Lorraine had only two cards left in her hand and still lost to Davina. She stared down at her cards, her face practically twitching with rage. “What do you want me to do?” she snapped, flinging her cards onto the table and ring at Christina.


    “I’d like a pen. I’m going to draw a line on your face,” Christina replied, her smile seemingly harmless.


    Kurt immediately turned to the servant beside him. “Fetch her a few marking pens, different colors.”


    “Yes,” the servant answered at once, returning quickly with several colored pens.


    Lorraine was livid. The ink from marking pens didn’t wash off easily. But if she wanted to see Christina embarrassed in the next few rounds, she’d have to endure this defeat.


    With that bitter thought in mind, Lorraine shut her eyes and braced herself. Christina reached for a red pen and drew a line across Lorraine’s cheek.


    When Lorraine finally opened her eyes, they were burning with resentment. She refused to believe she couldn’t win even once. If she managed to win, even just once, she’d make sure Christina paid for it—twice over.


    “Let’s go again!” Lorraine demanded, her pride refusing to ept defeat.


    As a new round began, Lorraine nced down at her cards and couldn’t help the smug grin that curled across her lips. “This round’s mine,” she dered confidently, throwing a pointed look at Christina.


    With a solid starting hand, Lorraine was certain that there was no way Christina—that insufferable woman—could snatch the win this time.


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    Brimming with confidence, Lorraine started throwing out her cards with ir. But the further the game went, the more her confidence wavered.


    “I win again,” Christina said,ying down her final set of cards with a soft smile tugging at her lips.


    Lorraine froze, stunned. Then, she exploded. “What? How is that even possible? I had such a good hand!”


    Christina tilted her head, that same smile still lingering. “Don’t you know?”


    Lorraine blinked. “Know what?”


    “A good hand, yed badly, is just a guaranteed loss.” Christina’s tone was calm, almost casual, but the meaning wasn’t lost on anyone.


    Christina wasn’t just talking about cards—she was talking about Lorraine’s life. Lorraine had once held a winning hand by saving Celine. If she’d just stayed content instead of getting greedy, she could’ve livedfortably forever.


    Lorraine’s chest heaved, her face flushed with fury.


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