Chapter 383

"I was always getting my butt kicked by Monica before, but I figured that made

sense-her family used to run a casino back in Europe."

"But Citrine, you're scary good, too!" Sylvia stared at her in disbelief.

She leaned in and asked, "Citrine, have you had training or something?"

Citrine shook her head with a calm smile. "Nope. But I can tell high and low rolls apart by ear."

"You can actually pinpoint the exact numbers?" Sylvia's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Yes." Citrine nodded.

Monica, intrigued, shot Citrine a few extra glances.

She grabbed the cup in front of her, rattled the dice inside, set it down, and challenged, "Alright, tell me what's under here."

Citrine answered without hesitation, "Two, four, five, six, six."

Monica's gaze grew thoughtful. She lifted the cup-sure enough, it matched Citrine's call exactly.

again, and again, Citrine guessed every number without

Monica's expression shifted entirely

There was genuine admiration

modest, unruffled smile. "Thanks.

Monica fell silent.

never the exact numbers on each die. But Citrine was

we met before?" Monica asked suddenly,

who was surprised-Sylvia

line! Are

focusing on Citrine. "I mean it. You

her memory for any trace of this face, but nothing came up. "I really don't think we've

"Yeah, must

at the Saunders estate, Monica suddenly realized why Citrine's face had struck

memory surfaced-someone who

that was it-her aunt,

were

Could Citrine actually be her

heart pounded with nerves and

and called

you know anything about Citrine's

had just gotten home, and Monica's question

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