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Judson was quick to latch onto the idea.

“Yeah, you’ve never gone up against Cillian, right? This is the perfect chance!”

“That’s right, Harlee. You and Cillian should go head-to-head and see whose card skills are sharper,” Patrick quipped, his voice carrying a sly undertone. The words had barely settled before another chimed in, echoing the sentiment with equal enthusiasm.

Cillian, though unfamiliar with Harlee’s prowess at cards, quickly caught on. These three wanted him to be overwhelmed by frustration over the game losses, a sacrificial lamb to her skill. He exhaled slowly, then turned to Harlee.

“How about we play together?”

Harlee didn’t miss the subtle yet telling shifts in their expressions. A knowing smile played at the corners of her lips, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes as she settled beside them with an air of effortless ease. Her posture was relaxed, almost languid, as if she had all the time in the world. She was enjoying this far too much.

“You’ll take turns playing with me.”

was to refuse outright—no hesitation, no second thoughts. But the moment

“Alright, I’m in.”

speak. She didn’t need to. The weight of her stare carried enough unspoken command to press down on them, heavy yet intangible, like

“Cillian, you go first.”

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neck as if

card skills are trash. I’ll

“You go first.”

lowered herself into the chair opposite him. She raised an eyebrow,

a soft gaze full of adoration. His wife was tirelessly working to earn money to raise Felix. She was putting in so much effort tonight. As a reward, he planned to make her favorite lobster. Nothing

gaze flicked toward the three reluctant men as he said, “Begin. One after the

played at a breakneck

Cillian, having never engaged in card games with Harlee

to secure a couple of wins. However, Cillian was on a losing streak that

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