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!”

a confident gesture, he flipped his next

brought him closest to

an ace, she would lose the

round,” Hannah stated calmly as she touched the back of

sense is always

my card

expression remained hidden, but a

I think you’re about to

standing to the side, wiped the sweat from his

had wanted to leave with the others earlier, but now, frozen in the face of this life-or-death moment, he didn’t dare

hesitation, Hannah flipped her card-it

“It seems that my

head mask seemed unable to accept the turn of

eyelashes fluttered under the

“How is that possible?”

Hannah and

composure in the face of defeat, his

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