Julius stared at him for a second more.
Before Julius said, "Sure," and tapped the table.
Across the dealer's station, Lilianna's eyebrow twitched. It was subtle, but Neville caught it.
So she does know the sequence, Neville confirmed silently. She knows exactly which card was supposed to go where. But is it still selective?
And now the wrong card was going to the wrong player.
Lilianna dealt.
A four.
Julius: eighteen.
A solid, comfortable, winning eighteen was in Julius's hands right now.
"Thanks," Julius said, flashing a smile of gratitude to Neville.
His expression softened significantly, making him look more approachable than usual.
Neville shrugged. "Whatever did I do? I just merely told you because everyone hit before you."
The lie was smooth but utterly unconvincing.
Julius's smile widened a little—and then froze.
