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But before Stanford could say something, Phoebe quickly withdrew her hand and looked at Florence and Clarence miserably.

She complained, “Your cooperation is really awesome. Your cards are so bad, but you win the game through tacit cooperation. Do you have consonance?”

Florence was a bit stunned.

Consonance? She subconsciously turned her head to look at Ernest with a trace of light flashing across her eyes.

Ernest also looked towards Florence with a light smile on his face and gentleness and deep affection in his eyes.

Naturally they had consonance.

Stanford felt being overwhelming by sulkiness when seeing their reactions.

It was true that Florence cooperated well with Clarence. Otherwise, they would definitely lose this round of game since their cards were all bad.

Apparently this was partly because he wasn’t good at play this card game and therefore, Phoebe, his teammate in this round of game, was implicated.

“Cough, cough.” Stanford cleared his throat uneasily and said, “Go on, next round.”

He thought he would not lose again.

Stanford was eager to outdo others and even though this card game was a kind of entertainment, he didn’t want to lose the game.

“Hold on, don’t be so anxious.”

Florence stopped Stanford and curled her lips into a cunning smile. She then took two red bar-shaped post-it notes from aside.

Florence looked at Stanford’s handsome face with interest and showed off the post-it notes in her hand.

“Stanford, the losers have to be punished. And the punishment is to stick a post-it note on the loser’s face.”

To stick a post-it note on his face?

Stanford slightly twitched his mouth corners and his expression became stiff.

He was the young master of the Fraser family and most people even didn’t dare to look at him directly, not to mention stick anything on his face.

“Now that it’s a game, the punishment for losers should be related to money. I don’t care about the amount.”

Florence shook her head without hesitation, “Look at us and tell me are we in short of money? It’s boring to play cards for money. My punishment is more interesting.”

lost

Wouldn’t she feel it embarrassed to

and said, “Stanford, come

Stanford’s expression became stiffer.

person.” Looking at the colored post-it note, he hesitated for three seconds and said as if he had set

thin lips together

Florence and he allowed Florence to do anything on

in heart as she hadn’t had the chance to do anything to her brother’s face. This was really a hard-won

was about to stick the post-it note

looked at Florence with a pair of unfathomable eyes and said in a deep voice, “Now that it’s a punishment, just let the losers stick a post-it

What did he mean? He didn’t want her to

Ernest, you’re even jealous of my brother?’

the gleaming lights in Florence’s eyes, Ernest felt a bit uneasy. He then directly took a post-it note from Florence

was quite willing to do this. She took the post-it note delightfully and

me stick it for

up his body when looking at the woman who

brows. He pampered Florence a lot, so he could barely bear Florence

was the noble young master of the Fraser family, how could

Pah!

his thoughts, Phoebe stuck the colored post-it

the woman who was

her face and even her eyes were smiling. It looked like she was very delighted at the moment. She fixed

but they were very soft. When she gently stuck the note

had any feelings towards a woman, felt a gush

note on their faces. And the

happened to be Phoebe’s teammate again. As Stanford didn’t get hang of the techniques well, plus that Ernest and Florence were skilled in this game, undoubtedly, Stanford and Phoebe lost

of them had three colorful notes on the

to accept the defeats, Stanford said in a deep voice,

Phoebe’s teammate for every round of the game, nor did he think that Florence

his

bad cards for this

he showed was lower than Stanford’s. Therefore, after several rounds

last card in his hand, he heaved

several rounds of the game, he finally

appeared on his face. He said to Phoebe,

cards in her hand, looked a bit

her mouth corners and said with dissatisfaction, “Mr. Fraser, I’m