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.

the dice again, and again, Citrine guessed every

shifted entirely

was genuine

gave her a modest, unruffled smile. "Thanks. You're not bad

Monica fell silent.

guess whether the total was high or low, never the exact numbers on

met before?" Monica asked suddenly,

wasn't just Citrine who was surprised-Sylvia

line!

her a glare, ignoring the joke and focusing on Citrine. "I mean

of this face, but nothing

must be my

Monica suddenly realized why Citrine's face had struck her as

who looked uncannily

aunt. Yes, that was it-her

her bone structure, they were the spitting image

Citrine actually be her long-lost

heart pounded with

her phone and

know anything

just gotten home, and Monica's

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