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“But you got into my car asking for help. And now you’re married to me. So, dear wife, you’re going to have to deal with how I do things.” Karen wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m alive by sheer luck,” she mumbled, more to herself. “Luck.” Sebastian stopped with the glass halfway to his lips. His eyes narrowed, then drifted down to his own left wrist, where the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt revealed the tattoo: 385900. “Fate,” he corrected, his voice strangely low. Karen looked at him, confused by the change in tone. But before she could ask, the words came out uncontrollably.

She just smiled softly, without a trace of warmth. There was a bit of provocation in that smile, and even more pride. She had won so completely. She deserved to be proud. Kayla reached out to open the gift box on the table. "Let's all have some cake." Unexpectedly, Lawrence, who had been calm throughout the negotiations, rushed to stop her. "Don't. You're allergic to peanut butter. Let me check it first." At that moment, the scene in front of me turned into sharp blades, tearing straight through me.

In my past life, my memory had worsened after I'd lent Whitney my luck, and misfortune had followed me everywhere. Even though I still had some of my luck, half had gone to Whitney. That left me with only half. Indeed, my luck wasn't unlimited. Once it was gone, it was over. That was what the fortune-teller had told me, looking deadly serious. So I could only rely on hard work. It didn't bother me because I didn't regret lending my luck to Whitney before. She'd deserved it because she'd given me the warmth I desperately needed at that time. From that moment on, though, we would walk our separate paths.

Charlie picked it up and read the text from Stevani’s number. [Mr. Vane, there’s a charity gala for the children from the orphanage here in City-B tomorrow. Would you be willing to accompany me? I don’t have anyone suitable to attend an event like this with.] Charlie stared at the message for quite a while. His finger hovered above the screen as he weighed the emotional risks. After several minutes of consideration, he finally typed a brief reply. [All right. I’ll come.] Charlie accepted the invitation purely out of gratitude. After all, Stevani had contributed greatly by helping him throughout the day. On top of that, she had given him extraordinarily generous installment terms for the purc

“Good” *****

He understood and then looked away as if nothing happened. Charles walked briskly to the stadium and then stopped a few feet away from me and started his final speech of the day (well I hoped it was) He started "We have all witnessed the battles that have taken place in this stadium and have borne witness. On this note, I will leave the rest of the talking to our great Alpha, Alpha Kenneth." "Great people of the Lynx Pack. You have all been patient and have seen the outcome of it. This girl has emerged winner of the Decima and her life is proof of it. Therefore, I would like to give her a gift."

Goodbye. ****

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