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    What she intended to do with that opening… Dn couldn’t guess.


    But he didn’t need to. He already knew how the round would end—Christina would definitely win.


    “Her skill level’s above Noah’s,” Dn said quietly, not bothering to sugarcoat it for Edwin. “Think about why she’d look like she’s losing.”


    It hit Edwin at once. The confusion and tension in his shoulders disappeared.


    “So she’s coaxing him into overconfidence,” he said, voice lifting with sudden excitement. “Letting him think it’s in the bag so he gets careless—then she turns the whole thing around.”


    Behind his sses, Edwin’s eyes practically glowed. It was admiration, pure and unfiltered.


    Christina really was something else. Superb skill and brilliant strategy.


    For a moment, he even nced at Dn—so calm, so sure—and couldn’t help imagining how close their wedding might be. And to think someone online actually imed Dn had cklisted Christina from the entire industry.


    If Dn hadn’t told him to let it go, he would’ve already stomped the rumor t himself.


    Christina was the person Dn protected the most. cklist her? Not in this lifetime.


    Almost everybody watching thought Christina was hanging by a thread. Except Dn. He’d seen her real strength long before this match and never once doubted the oue.


    Robin, who’d once taken Christina’s punches head-on, saw it too. He knew exactly how strong she was.


    She could’ve beaten Noah cleanly and grabbed the card the moment she wanted it. But she didn’t. She let Noah think he’d secured the advantage, let him take the piece on purpose.


    Robin’s brows knit… then loosened. A rity snapped into ce. His heartbeat kicked up, a burst of excitement rising like sparks.


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    If he was reading this right… Christina was going to win.


    He looked at her with a kind of awe. She really was on another level.


    Everyone else thought she’d lost her chance and Noah had walked away with the card. But that was only because she’d made them think so.


    Even Noah himself had taken the baitpletely fooled by her act.


    He thought she was after the same card. She never was. She’d just nudged his attention exactly where she wanted it and let him chase the wrong thing.


    Noah’s confidence only grew—smug smile, easy posture, the look of someone who’d already popped the champagne in his head.


    Meanwhile Christina’s expression tightened, the faintest crease of strain settling between her brows.


    She looked conflicted, troubled even—like someone bracing to lose.


    Then—both palms hit the table at the same time.


    Noah’s with calm certainty. Christina’s with a tension that seemed to mirror defeat.


    Noah lifted the corner of his card first, slow and self-assured.


    Under the camera lights, a sliver of red text gleamed: JOKER.


    The Big Joker. The strongest card in the deck.


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