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    “She has to be!” Lorraine snapped before Christina could respond. “There’s no way I’d lose every round otherwise. She and her friend have definitely cheated!” Her voice was shrill with frustration. Losing once or twice, sure. But losing every single round? She’d never felt more humiliated in her life.


    “I didn’t give you permission to speak!” Robin snapped, shooting Lorraine a frosty nce, clearly irritated. “You lost, and Christina hasn’t even punished you yet! How dare you question her? Since when did you grow the nerve to offend the honored guests of the Miller family?”


    He crossed his arms with displeasure, his tone sharp and cutting. Only he was allowed to speak harshly to Christina. No one else had that right.


    “I’m… I’m just stating the facts! How can someone win from start to finish?” Lorraine’s eyes grew red, glistening with grievance.<fn3d24> Chapters first released on FιndNovel</fn3d24>


    “Now that you’ve managed to lose from start to finish, why can’t Christina win from start to finish?” Robin shot back with a mocking smirk.


    Kurt, who had been quietly observing the exchange, let out a soft chuckle. His grandson could be surprisingly sharp when he wanted to be.


    Lorraine’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could Robin be so unfair? He had clearly lost all sense over that insufferable Christina. Christina needed to be removed. As long as Christina was around, she would never get what she wanted.


    With that thought, a glint of malice flickered through Lorraine’s tear-brimmed eyes.


    “A game is a game, and you’re expected to ept the punishment,” Robin said coldly, casting a frosty nce at Lorraine. But the moment he turned toward Christina, his expression softened at once. “I’m done ying. Just punish her and wrap this up quickly.”


    Davina chimed in, “Same here. Mealtime is approaching anyway.”


    “I’m not a sore loser,” Lorraine snapped, ring at Christina as she leaned forward, chin lifted in defiance. “Go ahead!”


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    “Since this is the final round, I won’t draw on your face this time,” Christina replied with a faint smile.


    “Hah! Acting all generous now! Don’t think I’ll thank you,” Lorraine sneered, teeth clenched in bitter hatred. She was certain Christina was putting on a kind act to win over Robin—a scheming, maniptive woman if there ever was one.


    “You certainly don’t need to thank me. I never said I’d skip the punishment. I just said I wouldn’t draw on your face,” Christina replied calmly, her eyes gleaming with a trace of mischief as she locked gazes with Lorraine.


    Lorraine squirmed under her stare, anxiety creeping in as she asked, “Then where do you n to draw? I’m warning you—don’t take it too far.”


    Instinctively, she raised her arms to shield her chest, eyes narrowing with suspicion as she watched Christina warily.


    “I’m not drawing anywhere. Your punishment is to walk home from here with this face,” Christina stated, her voice cold and even.


    Lorraine’s expression darkened in an instant. “You—” she started, then quickly shifted her tone. “This punishment’s too much. I’m not doing it.” She had intended to curse but stopped herself in time, not wanting to provoke Kurt. If that happened, she would never be allowed near the Miller estate again.


    Before Christina could respond, Robin frowned and cut in. “Since you were the one who epted the punishment, you should follow through now that you’ve lost.”


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