Chapter 18


    Chapter 18


    “Let’s draw lots now. Each pair that draws the same number has


    to switch seals. And no sitting next to each other!”


    Khloe put the paper ba lls on the table and paired up those who drew the same number automatically.


    There were four yers in the first round, and the others would line up. Those who got the numbers 1


    or 2 yed first.


    Unfortunately, I got the number 2.


    I raised my eyes to look at the other side. It turned out that Griffon had gotten the number 1, which


    meant we were in a hostile situation.


    Khloe, who had also gotten the number 1, raised her eyebrows at me as if to say, “Wait and see.”


    “What about the other 2? Who got it?”


    After hesitating momentarily, Preston opened the paper ball in his hand.


    He smiled at me and said, “I’m not good at ying cards. I have to count on you.”


    I responded with a smile that was uglier than crying.


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    I was a well-behaved girl who always listened to the orphanage director when I was young, listened to


    my teachers in school, listened to my boss, and listened to my man in rtionships. Therefore, I had


    never yed card games until now.


    When Khloe exined the rules earlier, she spoke so fast that I didn’t remember them at all. And even


    Preston, who often yed such games, seemed clueless about how to y. Was this intentional? I


    couldn’t help but suspect that Khloe had cheated during the drawing lots.


    Khloe flipped her fingers a few times and handed me thest card. “Ms. Palmer, it’s time to start.”


    This new charming voice of hers made me feel uneasy.


    My heart raced as I realized that if I lost a game, I would have to take off my dresspletely-it was


    the only thing I wore. It felt like being stripped nak ed in front of everyone like a pros titute. Khloe wasContent ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    using the game to vent her anger on me after Roman had insulted her.


    I knew what was happening, but the cards in my hand were terrible. In addition, coupled with Preston’s


    sloppy y, I was getting anxious and starting to sweat. However, Griffon remained stubborn and


    refused to back down. Even if I yed the smallest card, he would use the much bigger number to beat


    me.


    Frustration boiled inside of me, turning my face blue. Seeing this, Roman quickly put me on hisp and


    comforted me. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”