Frank Yates turned to look at Vivi Lynch, tilting his chin up with a smug, self-satisfied grin. The corner of his mouth twitched with amusement.
"So, Advisor Lynch," he drawled, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. "Are you impressed yet? Or do I need to perform another miracle to get a little respect around here?"
Vivi Lynch crossed her arms over her chest, her sharp eyes narrowing. She wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, but the facts were undeniable. "Hmph. A sixty percent Win Rate on Blind Betting stones... you really are a freak of nature."
She bit her lip, studying him. Despite her sharp tongue, deep down, she was genuinely shook. In the high-stakes world of Stone Gambling, a success rate of even thirty percent was considered master-class. Sixty percent was unheard of. I
