The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Now His Rival 98

Chapter 98 Impossible

Harlan was confident that no one could shuffle cards better than he could.

In his hand were three solid cards-a King of Hearts, a Queen of Hearts, and a Jack of Hearts.

He believed Brenna might have known her way around a deck, but she was no match for him.

He laid down the smallest one first-the Jack. Then, he gave Brenna a gentlemanly smile. He didn't care that

his face was marred with scars. As long as his cards held, he could always get his way back to the top.

"Brenna, it's your turn," he said. He glanced at the staff member beside him. The man held a sharp knife for the punishment after the game. Harlan imagined Ethan sitting helpless, watching the woman he loved lose a

finger.

Brenna didn't seem pleased with what she held. She let out a soft sigh, a touch of gloom in her eyes, and

tossed one card onto the table without much thought.

Harlan figured it was just some ordinary card. From the way Brenna looked, downcast and disappointed, he was sure her hand didn't stand a chance against his.

With a smug smile creeping across his face, he glanced at the card she had

thrown. But it turned out to be an Ace of Spades.

"Impossible! I shuffled the cards myself. You were supposed to get low ones. How could it be an Ace?" he

exclaimed in shock.

His palms turned clammy. The two cards he had left were both weaker.

What should he do now?

himself to breathe. Brenna had gotten lucky with one card. That was all. The other cards she

move," he

sweet smile and

I know the cards I shuffled. There's no way she

the table hard as he

flick of a finger, Joonas stepped in and shoved Harlan's head down onto the table. "You dare disrespect Mr. Mitchell? Who do you think you are? You're not even worth his time,"

Harlan, weren't you the one >ragging about your skills? Looks like you're all

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quietly. She was calm and sure of herself. Almost too sure. Now, he was curious. How did she get this good at gambling? What kind of things had she faced to become like

thought made Ethan's chest tighten. What kind of life h she lived to get this sharp with cards? He believed Brenna must have been through some rough

with him by her side, no one would lay a

said, "Should we just take three of

he

edge. "Let him go. We'll let

woman who looked so gentle know her way around

like that?

they play dice

she couldn't be good at

through, Harlan said, "Dice! One round to determine

glare. No way a woman like her could be good at

the table, and then stepped away. A male staff

then approached and set the dice

earlier mistake. This time, he picked up

dice and

Nothing

score wins!"

play. But the loser needs to have three fingers chopped off. With this

backing out," Brenna said, her voice

had already formed around the table. Most

drawn in by the