Chapter 242

The other young socialites who had been so eager to join the game now stood on the sidelines, licking their wounds and laughing nervously. They had lost far more than they anticipated while Felicia hadn't lost a single round. By the end, Arnold's face was ashen, his pride utterly trampled. "Come on, Felicia, you don't have X-ray vision, do you?" one of the socialites teased, trying to lighten the mood. Felicia smirked and shot back, "Nah, I just have really good hearing." Her playful response had everyone around her bursting into laughter. Felicia had no idea that her little gambling spree had caught the attention of someone watching from above. Stephan stood at the edge of the upper level, his eyes fixed on the scene below. There was Felicia, seated in the center of the group, completely surrounded. Arnold sat directly across from her, looking absolutely miserable. Even from that distance, Stephan could hear the noise—the lively chatter and the bursts of laughter echoing