Friedman’s face turned livid with anger. Losing the game wasn’t

the main issue, but losing face was. He grumbled and urged everyone to continue.

“Let’s continue. I don’t believe Griffon is that lucky every time!”

Griffon, who had won 400 million, didn’t even glance at Friedman but kept staring at Taya instead.

“Honey, 400 million is much more than ten million. Shouldn’t we also double our frequency?”

He leaned in towards Taya’s ear and gently reminded her, “Let’s change it from twice a day to four times a day, shall we?”

Taya looked at him expressionlessly and glared at me. “If you want to kill me, just tell me.”

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