Chapter 374
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“You’ve lost.” A faint smirk played on Christina’s lips as she lifted the Two of Spades between her index and middle fingers, the motion smooth and full of quiet confidence.
The audience couldn’t hold back. “Oh my! Epic actually lost! That was way too close!”
“Epic? If he ever was one, he’s not anymore after this loss.”
“He promised to admit he was a fake if he lost. So, he really isn’t Epic after all?”
Excitement swept through the crowd again, but Christina stayed right where she was, her face calm and unreadable, untouched by the storm of voices around her.
Honestly, there had never been any real contest between her and the masked man. She had thrown a round on purpose. If she had wanted to claim victory from the start, there was no way she would have lost even a single round.
The masked man remained motionless, as if he simply could not accept that he had lost. He had always believed only the real Epic could defeat him. The idea of losing to someone he had never even heard of shook him to his core. Doubt crept in, and he began to wonder if he was truly skilled enough to ever face the real Epic.
“It’s time to keep your word,” Christina remarked, her voice cool and steady.
The masked man gave a small nod, turning toward the crowd. “I accept defeat and will honor the bet.” His gaze swept the room as he admitted, “I’m not Epic. I only put on this act to draw the real Epic out. I hoped to challenge Epic, but today I learned I still have a long way to go. I need to keep practicing.”
He faced Christina again. “The three hundred million belongs to you now.”
She gave a casual shrug. “I don’t mind if you choose not to take your mask off. Your call. I won’t force you.”
Without a second thought, the masked man said, “A deal’s a deal. I’ll stick to the rules.” He reached up and lifted the mask from his face.
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The moment the mask came off, a strikingly handsome face was revealed, stunning everyone present. His expression was serious, his gaze cold and proud, exuding an air of defiance.
The crowd gasped as they recognized Robin.
“Wait—that’s Mr. Miller! He’s the one who pretended to be Epic this whole time!”
“I heard Mr. Miller has been on the hunt for Epic, hoping to test his skills against him. I guess all those stories were true after all.”
“Do you think Mr. Miller might try to get even with that guy? Having three hundred million in your pocket sounds exciting, but with Robin involved, it feels more like a trap than a prize.”
Recognition jolted through Christina. Surprise flickered in her eyes—she hadn’t expected the impostor to be the same man she’d faced just three days earlier. From what she’d heard, he was known as “Mr. Miller,” linking him directly to the influential Miller family—possibly even the heir to their fortune.
“Now that you’ve kept your end of the deal and the check’s already in my hand, I’ll be going,” Christina announced, her voice altered by the voice changer, her disguise flawless.
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