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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

feel it embarrassed to stick post-it notes

squinted at him and said, “Stanford, come on, you will

Stanford’s expression became stiffer.

“I’m not that kind of person.” Looking at the colored post-it note, he hesitated for three seconds and said as if he had

lips together and slightly leaned

perfectly handsome face was now in front of Florence and he

the chance to do

stick

“Now that it’s a punishment, just let the losers stick a post-it

mean? He didn’t want her

jealous of

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

do this. She took the

Fraser, let me stick it for

tensed up his body when looking at the woman who immediately approached

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

how could he allow an outsider to stick the

Pah!

his thoughts, Phoebe stuck the colored post-it

who was only twenty-centimeter away from him

looked like she was very delighted at the moment. She fixed her eyes on him without even blinking

were very soft. When she gently stuck the note on his face, he felt

towards a woman, felt a

both Phoebe and Stanford had a note on their faces.

Phoebe’s teammate again. As Stanford didn’t get hang of the techniques well, plus that

of them had three colorful notes

accept the defeats, Stanford said in a

round of the game, nor did he think that Florence and Clarence could win every round of the

pressed his lips together and

got bad cards for

was the one who showed card before him and every card he showed was lower than Stanford’s. Therefore, after

in his hand, he heaved a sigh

of the game, he

his face. He said to Phoebe, “We

in her hand,

twitched her mouth corners and said with dissatisfaction, “Mr. Fraser, I’m not your teammate in this