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!”

his next card-a 2,

brought him closest to

anything other than an ace, she would lose the

I think I’m winning this round,” Hannah stated calmly

is always spot

card

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

I think you’re about to

side, wiped the sweat from his forehead with trembling

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

a moment’s hesitation, Hannah flipped her card-it was indeed

my sixth sense is more reliable than

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

eyelashes fluttered under the mask, betraying his

“How is that possible?”

his gaze on Hannah and asked accusingly,

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

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