NovelXXXChapter 383 "I was always getting my butt kicked by Monica before, but I figured that made sense-her family used to run a casino back in Europe." "But Citrine, you're scary good, too!" Sylvia stared at her in disbelief.
She leaned in and asked, "Citrine, have you had training or something?" Citrine shook her head with a calm smile. "Nope. But I can tell high and low rolls apart by ear." "You can actually pinpoint the exact numbers?" Sylvia's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Yes." Citrine nodded.
Monica, intrigued, shot Citrine a few extra glances.
She grabbed the cup in front of her, rattled the dice inside, set it down, and challenged, "Alright, tellwhat's under here." Citrine answered without hesitation, "Two, four, five, six, six." Monica's gaze grew thoughtful. She lifted the cup-sure enough, it matched Citrine's call exactly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe shook the dice again, and again, Citrine guessed every number without fail.
Now Monica's expression shifted entirely as she looked at Citrine.
"You're seriously impressive." There was genuine admiration in her voice.
Citrine gave her a modest, unruffled smile. "Thanks. You're not bad yourself." Monica fell silent.
She knew she could only guess whether the total was high or low, never the exact numbers on each die. But Citrine was different-she could call every single one, no hesitation.
"Have we met before?" Monica asked suddenly, catching Citrine off guard.
It wasn't just Citrine who was surprised-Sylvia nearly choked on her drink.
"Oh con, Monica, that's such a cheesy line! Are you actually trying to hit on my friend?" Monica shot her a glare, ignoring the joke and focusing on Citrine. "I mean it. You look really familiar-like I've seen you somewhere before." Citrine could tell Monica was being serious, so she searched her memory for any trace of this face, but nothing cup. "I really don't think we've met," she said honestly.
Monica nodded. "Yeah, must be my imagination." But later, back at the Saunders estate, Monica suddenly realized why Citrine's face had struck her as so familiar.
A memory surfaced-someone who looked uncannily like Citrine.
Her aunt. Yes, that was it-her aunt, when she was younger.
Citrine's features, her bone structure, they were the spitting image of her aunt's in old photographs. Could Citrine actually be her long-lost cousin? Monica's heart pounded with nerves and excitement.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe grabbed her phone and called Sylvia right away.
"Sylvia, do you know anything about Citrine's family?" "Why are you asking?" Sylvia had just gotten home, and Monica's question caught
her off guard. Still, she answered honestly, "I've only known Citrine (for a little while. It's not like she'd tellpersonal stuff like that." But Monica was desperate, her urgency slipping into her voice. "Are you sure? Anything at all? Please, just tellwhat you know." "I really don't know anything!" Sylvia insisted.
Sensing Monica's anxiety, Sylvia grew concerned. "Monica, what's going on? Why the sudden interest in Citrine's family?" "She looks so much like my aunt did when she was young. I think...she might be my cousin." For years, the Saunders family had been searching for her aunt's daughter. They'd never stopped.
After her cousin disappeared, Monica's aunt had beca shadow O.
of her former self her grief turning into obsesher behavior growing more and more erratic with each passing year. If her aunt's daughter could be found, Monica was sure it would finally bring her speace.
Sylvia could hardly believe what she was hearing. "Con, there aren plenty of people who look alike in this world. It can't be that much of a coincidence, right?" "It's more than just a passing resemblance." Monica didn't want to believe it either, but the similarity was undeniable.
Sylvia paused, then offered, "I have Citrine's contact info. I'll send it to you." After the call ended, Monica braced herself and headed down to the basement, nerves jangling.
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