Shana knew exactly what kind of person Hector was—there was no way she’d get out of this unscathed.
Desperate, she shot a pleading look at Celine.
But when Celine caught her eye, she immediately turned her attention to Marshall, pretending not to notice anything happening around her.
All Shana was left with was a swirl of despair, frustration, and anger in her eyes.
Within the hour, a video of the high-stakes poker game at Siren’s Club exploded across social media.
Sabrina’s name was everywhere.
She had actually managed to beat Glenwood’s so-called King of Cards—Hector.
Back at school, the buzz hadn’t died down. The moment classes resumed, the whole campus was abuzz with heated discussions about what happened at Siren’s Club. Everyone’s impression of Sabrina had shifted yet again.
Some people were elated. Others were not thrilled at all.
There was awe, admiration, jealousy, scorn, sarcasm—the full spectrum of reactions.
Elena and her friends were so furious they started hurling things across the room.
Even the infamous “Petersburg Four”—the top clique in the senior class—were left reeling by the news. There was just one thought running through their minds:
How was this possible?
Was Sabrina some kind of supernatural freak?
Celine was gnashing her teeth with envy. Because of that game, Marshall hadn’t even replied to a single one of her WhatsApp messages.
A hundred million dollars. That was nearly seven hundred million yuan.
Sabrina, that wretched girl, actually had the nerve to ask Marshall for a hundred million dollars.
Where did she get the courage?
At lunchtime, students gathered in small groups, gossiping with barely contained excitement.
They kept replaying the video from the poker game, marveling at every move. Everyone regretted not having been there in person to witness the spectacle.
“Hey, Neil, Shawn’s desk mate is seriously impressive. I never would’ve pegged her as a card shark,” Bruce said, elbowing his friend as they watched the video for the umpteenth time.
“I know, right? Unbelievable. Think she’s got some kind of superpower or something? She can fight, she can gamble—what else can she do?” Neil was glued to his phone, thoroughly impressed by anyone with such mad poker skills.
His opinion of Sabrina had done a complete 180—from disdain and annoyance to, well… admiration.
Yes, admiration.
Bruce nodded in agreement. “Honestly, I never thought she was this tough. So, if she and Shawn got in a fight, who do you think would win?”

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