Lance shot Shirley a message: "Shirley, did Claire really go to gamble on rough stones—and actually make money?"
Shirley made a face. "She did. Quite a bit, in fact."
"How much is she talking?"
Lance wasn’t after Claire’s money; he was just curious—he wanted to know everything about her.
Shirley replied, "All I know is, she made a lot. Claire’s got unreal luck. Too bad I couldn’t even find a good piece of jadeite."
When it was clear Shirley wouldn’t elaborate, Lance let it drop. "That’s just luck. I guess your gambling streak’s not as hot as hers."
"Guess so. Anyway, gotta go—busy right now."
They were at the nail-biting climax of the movie, tension in the room running high. Claire nudged Shirley and whispered for her to put her phone away.
The four girls were glued to a horror film; a nightmare demon was seconds from leaping onto the screen.
By the time the credits rolled, it was nearly dinnertime.
Dane called Claire and told her he’d just wrapped up his work.
"Where would you like to have dinner—or should I pick a place?" he asked.
Dane wasn’t the type to decide things unilaterally; he preferred to ask for Claire’s opinion first.
Dewitt had handled lunch, but Claire hadn’t given much thought to dinner. The travel guides she’d browsed hadn’t recommended anywhere that sounded like a must-try.
Claire didn’t feel like making decisions. "Up to you. It’s our first time here and we don’t know the area at all."
"Got it," Dane said.
He chose a place that looked straight out of a storybook—a cozy country cottage. The atmosphere was undeniably warm, with three kittens and two dogs wandering the garden outside.
Dane had checked with the group ahead of time and made sure no one was afraid of animals before bringing them here.
"They serve authentic local food here—made the way it’s supposed to be," he explained.
Dane had eaten there more than once himself.

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