Hannah smiled, feeling the supportive gazes from behind her.

“I won’t let you down.

She lifted her head towards Atticus.

“Deal the cards.

This time, Hannah was dealt an 8 and the masked man a 7.

With such close initial numbers, both chose to draw another card.

The next cards were revealed; Hannah got a 12, while the masked man got a 13.

It seemed like fate was at play.

Both stood at 20 points-a high chance of busting with the final card, yet differing in potential outcomes.

The masked man addressed Hannah, a smirk beneath his mask, “I believe in luck, but I don’t believe you’re so fortunate to consistently hit 21!”

confident gesture, he flipped his next card-a 2,

him closest to

other than an ace, she would lose the game

I think I’m winning this round,” Hannah stated calmly as she touched the back of the

sense is always

card is an

his mask, the rabbit-headed man’s expression remained hidden, but

you’re about

side, wiped the sweat

now, frozen in the face of this life-or-death moment, he didn’t dare move, feeling the sweat soak through

a moment’s hesitation, Hannah flipped her

said, “It seems that my sixth sense is more reliable

the man in the rabbit head mask seemed unable to accept the turn of

eyelashes fluttered under the mask,

“How is that possible?”

gaze on Hannah and asked

him, the masked man Lost his composure in the face of defeat, his mind racing with doubts about the integrity of

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255