Tyson, perplexed, glanced at Tyrone. After another two rounds, Tyrone revealed a hearts nine.

“I win!” Sabrina declared, laying her cards on the table.

“Wait a minute,” Tyson intervened. “Did you let her win on purpose, Tyrone?”

Sabrina, surprised, glanced at Tyrone.

She had thought her victories were pure chance. Could he have intentionally let her win?

“No,” Tyrone denied.

However, Tyson didn’t listen to him and boldly extended his hand, eager to catch a glimpse of Tyrone’s cards.

a decisive move, scattering the

revelation was clear

erupted, “No fair,

a dismissive grin, Tyrone brushed him off. His gaze found Sabrina, suggesting, “It’s late. Time

“Sure.”

another round?”

day. You guys carry

a farewell, Tyrone and Sabrina intertwined their hands and

front was short and fat. When he noticed

the acknowledgment. “Mr.

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