?Chapter 223:


    Elena tapped her fingers lightly on her cards, her gaze flicking toward the table. It was time. With effortless grace, she reached out and picked up a card.


    Javier observed that while the others were nearing victory, Elena’s hand was a jumbled mess with no clear pattern. He felt uneasy.


    Unable to hold back, Javier muttered, “Stop drawing more. Everyone else is about to finish, and you haven’t even arranged your hand properly.”


    From behind Elena, Jeffry nced at Javier with an unreadable expression. “What’s the hurry? Spectators should stay quiet.”


    Javier fell silent immediately.


    Unlike the others, Jeffry remained calm, watching Elena with growing interest. It was clear his sister wasn’t just ying randomly. While Javier struggled to keep up, Jeffry, with his wless memory, knew exactly what cards Elena held.


    Elyse, hearing Javier’s remark, felt a flicker of relief. She had been waiting to im victory, but Elena stubbornly refused to y the card she needed. Round after round passed, and still, the crucial card hadn’t appeared.


    Seeing Louis and Evelyn both on the brink of winning, Elyse grew tense, fearing Elena’s carelessness would hand them the victory. Elena’s reckless choices had given Louis an edge, and from his confident demeanor, he was clearly expecting to win.


    Elena picked up a card, her fingertips brushing over it, no longer discarding blindly as she had before.


    Evelyn sighed impatiently. “Hurry up. With your cards, you won’t win, so stop dragging this out.”


    Elena methodically arranged her cards, one by one. “Who says I won’t?” Then, in one smooth motion, sheid them down.


    Javier’s eyes widened in disbelief. This… it was a perfect flush! Just moments ago, her cards had been in total disarray—how had she pulled this off?


    “I win,” Elena said casually.


    It wasn’t just Javier—everyone at the table was caught off guard.


    Elyse stared at the cards, checking them over multiple times. Javier had just pointed out Elena hadn’t even sorted her cards, yet she had won the game.


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    Evelyn muttered under her breath, “Unbelievable luck.”


    But Elena’s sess had nothing to do with luck. Jeffry had been watching closely, noticing how her seemingly careless moves were meticulously timed. By keeping her cards hidden, she showed she wasn’t just remembering her own hand—she had tracked everyone else’s too.


    Jeffry’s lips curled slightly in amusement. Elena had been ying them all.


    Louis, ever the good sport, removed his watch and tossed the Ferrari keys toward Elena with a grin. “You’re something else. I’ve never lost to anyone but Jeffry, and now you’re the second. No wonder you’re a Harper.”


    Evelyn sighed and handed over her wager as well. Elyse, however, clutched her bracelet tightly, reluctant to let it go.


    Elyse deeply regretted staking the bracelet in the game. It was the only valuable possession she owned.


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