Sylvia picked up the smallest cards earlier, but this round she had hit the jackpot. Turning to Gabriel, she asked, “They’re all different this time, you still in?”

Gabriel eyed her curiously, “Different how?”

She whispered, “None of the suits match.”

Gabriel took a deep breath, leaned in closer, and patiently explained, “You only need to worry about suits when you’ve got a straight, like a 3-4-5 or 6-7-8. What you have is called a ‘set’—all three cards have the same number.”

Sylvia listened intently, murmuring, “Why didn’t you teach me before?”

Gabriel said casually, “You need a strong mind to gamble, to control yourself. Otherwise, it’s easy to lose your grip. You were too young back then, not ready to learn.”

“But Nightingale learned,” Sylvia whispered.

“Comparing yourself to her? She’s single-minded, and you?” Gabriel chided coldly.

“I’m focused when I learn things. When have I ever gotten distracted?” Sylvia retorted, feeling indignant.

“Nightingale never talks back,” Gabriel pointed out.

Sylvia fell silent.

smiling, “What’s this secret chat about?

like spring, “He’s just saying my hand could go

effect before adding, “Could

chip

nearly

and after exchanging glances, Estelle and Jonathan threw

rounds and only Marina, Evelyn, and Sylvia

cards this good, why not bet? What are

“Indeed, if I lose, it’s Mr. Foster’s

smile froze for a moment,

folded, smugly reclaiming her five

curious, leaned in to see –

doubled over, “Mr. Foster, that’s quite the bold

nerve, I could have taken this hand to the

the bravest young masters

at her amusedly, “Is that an

enigmatic, “Cultural references, huh? You got

it was down

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