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came the voice of someone standing behind Altair. Altair, who became interested in street gambling began to sit down. "What are the rules of the game?" asked Altair. "It's easy," replied the dealer as he cleaned up the five cards that had been used to compete. "You just have to choose the biggest card among these cards," the dealer looks like opening his five cards. There is a king, queen, warrior, joker and 3 hearts. "How much is this Joker worth?" asked Altair. "This is the most powerful card, he can beat all but 3 hearts, however, if I have a card other than the joker and your card is 3 hearts then you lose," answered the dealer while explaining by showing some cards.

I smiled cockily at him. “Yes, and the rules.” Francis announced. “Honesty is the only policy.” “Great, great!” Karla wiggled in her seat out of excitement. Her energy amazed me. She was behaving as if she had known us all her life. Alice placed 21 cards, all faced down, in the middle of us. “Whose up first?” Nathan asked. “I’ll go first.” Alice said. “To dear Karla…” “Oh!” She exclaimed. “A kiss for good luck, babe.”

While she was puzzled, Thomas answered, “No problem, we bet $10,000,000. Open the cards.” Emma took a deep breath, and she prayed that she could get some big cards. After all, this round was worth $10,000,000. She could not lose! “God bless us.” Emma secretly prayed while opening her three cards, including Two of Clubs, Eight of Clubs, and Ten of Hearts. These three cards were not related at all! It was neither flush nor straight. It was not even three of a kind. The cards were single! The problem was that the largest card was Ten of Hearts, which was considered quite small in the single cards.

Karen muttered. Adrian nodded seriously. “I believe him already.” “Traitor,” she muttered. A few seconds later, the game officially started. “Wait,” Adrian suddenly said, narrowing his eyes at her. “How do you suddenly have more cards than both of us?” Karen froze briefly. “…Luck?” she said. “Karen.” I said “What?” she asked “You literally just picked from the deck while talking.” She burst into laughter immediately after getting caught. “I thought you wouldn’t notice!”

The scent of greasy pizza made my mouth water, but the chili cheese tots were what I was after, “I’ll get us a game card.” Finn stepped up behind me, his chest molding to my back as he leaned over, swiping his black card. I tilted my head at the same time that he looked down, “I was going to pay,” I whispered, making him grin. “My money is your money, love.” “In that case,” I grinned, not looking at the screen as I clicked the highest number of credits. A few minutes later, I was dragging Finn towards one of those car racing games. “Didn’t peg you for a nascar driver,” Finn dropped into the seat beside me, swiping the card for two player mode.

I'll make it up to you tonight, alright? He leaned in, breath warm, too close. I slapped him. "I said I want a divorce. Not playing." The room shifted. His eyes? Fire. But he dialed it back, voice soft like he was trying to play nice. "So it's not that, or that... What, then? You're not actually leaving me over a rewards card, right? Just 'cause you had to reload it?" I looked him dead in the eye. "Yep. Divorcing you over a rewards card. Even a dime spent on you makes me gag."

Whitney’s voice rang out. She rose from her seat gracefully, her calculating smirk etched firmly on her face. “I suggest we play a little game,” she said, her voice sweet yet laced with mischief. Lucas perked up beside me, intrigued. “What kind of game?” he asked. Whitney held up a hand, signaling the attendants nearby. Within seconds, a deck of shimmering Moon Cards appeared. My stomach twisted. “Moon Cards,” she said simply, holding the deck up. “Partners draw cards in pairs, and their combined points determine the winner of each round. The losers, of course, have to submit to reasonable punishment from the winners.”

I asked quietly. “Because it is,” Dante answered immediately. Silvio ignored him, “Open it.” I slowly pulled out the card inside, then blinked and then blinked again. It was matte black with platinum lettering embossed across the front with no spending limit. My stomach dropped instantly, “Silvio,” I whispered in horror. Claire leaned over excitedly, “Oh my God, is that the Centurion card?” Silvio took a sip of his coffee calmly, “Among other things.”

When Yvonne saw that the situation could no longer be salvaged, she let go of Naomi and chased after us. From far away, I heard Naomi screeching, along with the chaotic sounds of a brawl. “What do you plan to do next?” Wendy suddenly asked me when we were downstairs. “First, have a personal account. The company is great at making people popular. Since Claude is trending online this time, I’m sure that he will be able to start over soon,” Yvonne answered for me. She sounded completely full of herself. “I’ve never seen your company make anyone truly popular. The only pair that is worth any mention… Heh.” Wendy laughed without finishing her sentence and handed a business card to me.

he asked, handing her the deck. Camden dealt their cards, beginning the game. "So, Mr Woods," she stated with a chuckle, referencing what the Doctor had called him at the hospital that morning, "how many cards for you?" she asked, grinning widely. "Two," he replied with a smirk, returning two cards back to her. Camden gave him two new cards and followed the same process for herself, returning three of the cards from her hand. "Maybe I should take your surname when we get married," Clayton wondered to himself with a contemplative look as he shuffled the cards around in his hand. Camden scoffed, peeking at him over her cards with narrowed eyes. "You mean IF we get married. Don't hold your brea