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    The men had returned and proceeded to take their seats.


    “Nothing much,” Belinda said casually, forcing a strained smile. She had no intention of discussing the matter in front of everyone.


    Despite her words, it was clear to everyone that she was in a bad mood. Thinking quickly, Bethany stepped up and steered the conversation. “Alright! We can’t just sit around like this all night. Why don’t we y a game?”


    “Sure,” Vincent agreed. “What game do you have in mind?”


    Bethany shed him a mischievous grin. “I’m thinking of a perfect game for this asion. Each of us will draw a poker card. Whoever pulls the Joker will be the King. That person gets to assign two card holders to do anything—without knowing who holds which card.” In truth, she and Belinda had nned this beforehand in hopes of bringing Johnson and Catherine closer.


    “Sounds good.”


    “I’m in.”


    “Let’s do it.”


    Everyone was willing to y, so Bethany quickly exined the rules.


    “You know the basic rules, but this time, we’re going to raise the stakes. It’s more exciting this way. If anyone refuses to do a request from the King, both yers have to drink five shots of whiskey.”


    The alcohol content of the whiskey was no joke.


    Anyone with a low tolerance would likely pass out after five sses or less.


    “Alright! It’s all settled, then. Let’s do this!” Everyone agreed without objection.


    And so the game began.


    The first person to get the Joker card was Bethany.


    She flicked the card in her hand, her face breaking into a wicked grin as she let out a loud cackle. “Two of hearts embraces three of hearts and says, ‘Your arms are so warm and strong, darling. I always feel safe in your embrace.’ Go!”


    Everyone else fell silent for a moment.


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    Bethany’s twisted sense of humor was… truly something else.


    “I’m the three of hearts,” Johnson announced.


    Bethany burst intoughter. “Then who has the two of hearts? Come on, hurry up and say it!”


    “Me…” Vincent slowly raised his hand, his face resigned.


    “Ha! This is going to be good.”


    “Go on, we’re waiting,” Belinda said.


    Johnson shot up to his feet and opened his arms. “Come on, then, darling,” he said yfully to Vincent.


    “Shut up!” Vincent snapped, ring at him.


    Despite his protest, Vincent stood up and walked over to Johnson.


    “Yes, baby!” Johnson teased excitedly.


    Vincent reluctantly wrapped his arms around Johnson’s waist and leaned in with a sigh.


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