Kenton angrily flipped the coffee table over, sending the fruit platter and wine glasses crashing to the ground. He shot a spiteful glare at Yvette and demanded, âSo, tell me, are your predictions truly accurate, or are they a sham?â
Recognizing her own worth, Yvette quickly asserted that her predictions were indeed accurate. She feared for her safety if she claimed otherwise.
Yet, Kenton had become skeptical of her. He narrowed his eyes and warned, âI hope youâre not saying you relied on divination. If you did, how can you not know that the fourth auction item was a phone?â
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