The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 383

“I was always getting my butt kicked by Monica before, but I figured that made sense—her family used to run a casino back in Europe.”

“But Citrine, you’re scary good, too!” Sylvia stared at her in disbelief.

She leaned in and asked, “Citrine, have you had training or something?”

Citrine shook her head with a calm smile. “Nope. But I can tell high and low rolls apart by ear.”

“You can actually pinpoint the exact numbers?” Sylvia’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“Yes.” Citrine nodded.

Monica, intrigued, shot Citrine a few extra glances.

She grabbed the cup in front of her, rattled the dice inside, set it down, and challenged, “Alright, tell me what’s under here.”

Citrine answered without hesitation, “Two, four, five, six, six.”

Monica’s gaze grew thoughtful. She lifted the cup—sure enough, it matched Citrine’s call exactly.

She shook the dice again, and again, Citrine guessed every number without fail.

Now Monica’s expression shifted entirely as she looked at Citrine.

“You’re seriously impressive.” There was genuine admiration in her voice.

Citrine gave her a modest, unruffled smile. “Thanks. You’re not bad yourself.”

Monica fell silent.

She knew she could only guess whether the total was high or low, never the exact numbers on each die. But Citrine was different—she could call every single one, no hesitation.

“Have we met before?” Monica asked suddenly, catching Citrine off guard.

It wasn’t just Citrine who was surprised—Sylvia nearly choked on her drink.

“Oh come on, Monica, that’s such a cheesy line! Are you actually trying to hit on my friend?”

Monica shot her a glare, ignoring the joke and focusing on Citrine. “I mean it. You look really familiar—like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”