Chapter 807:
“Cut the drama and play your cards already,” Robin snapped at Lorraine, clearly running low on patience.
As the Miller family heir and having been absorbed in the casino business since childhood, Robin had always dreamed of becoming a legendary gambler. And yet here he was—getting crushed in a card game. Twice. By Christina. Losing to his skillful friend made sense. But losing to her? He couldn’t make peace with that.
Lorraine, despite her rage, didn’t dare defy Robin. She gritted her teeth and kept playing, though her emotions had clearly thrown her off.
Distracted, she laid down the wrong card. As soon as it left her hand, she panicked and reached to take it back.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Davina stopped her right away. “You can’t take a card back once it’s played.”
“I didn’t mean to! It was a mistake,” Lorraine said, frowning hard, trying to hold on to whatever was left of her composure. One misstep in this game could throw everything out of balance. And if she couldn’t undo that move, this round was as good as lost.
“A mistake’s still a move,” Robin said bluntly. “You played it. Deal with it. That’s on you. Don’t you understand the rules of the game?”
His words hit like a slap. Lorraine clenched her jaw, trying not to snap back. She knew the rules. But she couldn’t accept making such a dumb mistake—not when she was this close to winning. How had everything gone so wrong? It was infuriating!
Furious, Lorraine cast a venomous glare at Christina. This was all Christina’s fault. If Christina hadn’t been sitting there, so calm and smug, she wouldn’t have gotten so flustered and played the wrong card.
“My turn,” Robin announced, slapping down his card with satisfaction.
In the end, Robin came in second. Davina followed in third. And Lorraine? Dead last.
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Christina picked up the marking pen again, twirling it in her fingers like a silent threat. Lorraine’s face twisted in rage. Her fists clenched under the table. She was done playing nice.
“I don’t believe this! Let’s go again—I’m winning this next round!” Lorraine growled through gritted teeth.
Davina chuckled inwardly. With Christina at the table? Lorraine didn’t stand a chance.
Several more rounds went by. By the end of it, Lorraine’s face was covered in random scribbles and colorful marks—their agreed-upon punishment for losing. But her fury only made the painted mess even more ridiculous. Robin, too, had gone from laid-back to downright sour. His mood dipped with every hand he lost.
“How the hell did I lose again?” he muttered darkly. “This is rigged.” He tossed his cards down and leaned back with a scowl. “Forget it. I’m done.”
Glancing at Christina, he raised a brow suspiciously. “Are you cheating?”
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