Marshall only remembered today’s challenger after Celine pointed it out.
And he’d nearly forgotten—how exactly was he supposed to collect her wager?
His gaze, cold and unreadable as ever, landed on the girl across the table. Sabrina’s face gave nothing away, as if carved from ice.
Was she really not worried about losing?
He gave Celine’s hand a reassuring squeeze and offered her a calm, steady look.
“So,” Marshall asked, turning to Sabrina, “what’s your stake?”
“To leave the Sutton family—and to leave Port City.” Sabrina’s words were clearly meant for Marshall, and he knew it. She understood exactly what he wanted.
As far as Marshall was concerned, she had nothing else worth offering—no money, no status, nothing to her name. To outsiders, she was just the unwanted Sutton girl, the one who’d stolen Celine’s place in the family.
Everyone who cared about Celine wanted Sabrina gone. If she left, everything that had once belonged to Celine would fall back into place.
Celine could barely contain her delight. As long as Sabrina left the Suttons and Port City, Celine would once again be the family’s only heiress.
Yet on the surface, she put on a gentle show of concern, playing the worried little sister. “Sabrina, you can’t go up against them. You’ll lose. Why don’t you drop out before it’s too late?”
It was a clever ploy—baiting Sabrina with the prospect of defeat. Someone as stubborn as Sabrina would never back down, and Celine knew it.
Of course, Sabrina saw right through her act. She simply curled her lips into a faint smile and said nothing.
Hector, watching Sabrina, looked at her the way a hunter eyes his prey.
The wager was settled quickly between the three of them.
If Sabrina lost to Hector, she’d agree to any condition he named—no exceptions.
If she lost to Marshall, she’d have to leave the Suttons and Port City for good, never to return.


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