The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

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,

entirely as

impressive." There was genuine admiration

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

Monica fell silent.

only guess whether the total was high or low, never the exact numbers on each die. But Citrine was different-she could call every single one,

met before?" Monica asked suddenly, catching Citrine

wasn't just Citrine who was

such a cheesy line! Are you actually trying to hit on my

Citrine. "I mean it. You look really familiar-like I've seen you somewhere

of

must be my

realized why Citrine's face had struck

memory surfaced-someone who looked

was it-her aunt, when she

features, her bone structure, they were the spitting image of her aunt's

photographs. Could Citrine actually be her

with

grabbed her phone and called Sylvia right

you know anything

asking?" Sylvia had just gotten home, and