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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 for

embarrassed to

squinted at him and said, “Stanford, come on, you will not deny

Stanford’s expression became stiffer.

the colored post-it note, he hesitated for three seconds and said as if he had set

lips together

was now in front of Florence and he allowed Florence to do anything

chance to do anything to her brother’s face. This was

about to stick the post-it note on

voice, “Now that

didn’t want her

even jealous of my brother?’ Florence thought to

uneasy. He then directly took a

She took the post-it

me

tensed up his body when looking at the woman

a lot, so he could barely bear Florence

noble young master of the Fraser family, how could he allow an outsider to stick the

Pah!

his thoughts, Phoebe stuck the colored

who was only twenty-centimeter away

the

bit cold, but they were very soft. When she gently stuck the note on his face, he felt like a sponge was

a

Stanford had a note on their faces. And the game

Stanford didn’t get hang of the techniques well, plus that Ernest and Florence

had three

the defeats, Stanford said in a deep

every round of the game, nor did he think that Florence

pressed his lips together and dealt the

bad cards for this

and every card he showed was

Stanford discarded the last card in his hand, he heaved a sigh

of the game, he finally

his face. He

who was holding some cards in her hand,

said with dissatisfaction, “Mr. Fraser,