Landon was just about to type in "$500" when Maeve reached over and pressed his hand down, stopping him cold.
"Mr. Hart," she said brightly, "that makes it the twentieth round."
Landon's brows drew tight. "What are you talking about?"
Maeve tilted her head, all sweetness on the surface. "I told you—every twenty wins earns a reward."
Her smile didn't change. "And anyone who loses twenty rounds in a row has to accept a punishment… from the winner."
She pointed at the empty table piled high with used dice.
"Open your phone," Maeve said. "Scan that."
For a second, nobody understood what she meant.
Only Andres and Carson caught the point immediately—like a light snapping on.
After every round, Maeve had been placing the dice she'd used onto that empty table, arranging them according to the numbers that had come up. Different pips, different placement… and the pattern kept growing.
At first no one paid attention to the table. But as more and more dice accumulated, the shape became impossible to miss.
Carson was the first to blurt it out. "Holy—those dice… that's a QR code."
After he said it, everyone saw it at once.
Andres suddenly remembered what Maeve had said earlier—how she intended to kick Landon out of the circle tonight.
A strange anticipation stirred in his chest. He genuinely wanted to see how far she'd go, and what she'd use to bring Landon down.
Maeve's move hit Landon so hard he froze in place.
"Miss Vance," he said at last, "what kind of game are you playing now?"
Maeve offered a smile of pure, calculated innocence. "Mr. Hart, you've got two choices. Either you answer one question… or you scan the code."
Suspicion flickered in his eyes, but he forced calm into his voice. "What question?"
Landon's voice was clipped. "I have nothing to be ashamed of."
Maeve didn't blink. "If you've got nothing to hide, then put your hand on the polygraph."
Landon's jaw flexed. "Miss Vance, I don't appreciate being interrogated."
Then, like he was forcing the room to accept his version of reality, he added, "Let me say this again. In my entire life, the only thing I ever did to Andres was when we were kids—I put three toads in his car as a prank. Other than that, I've never wronged him."
He lifted his chin. "Believe it or not, that's the truth. I have nothing to answer for."
And in a flash of defiance, he raised his phone and scanned the dice-built QR code.
"You wanted me to talk? I talked. You wanted me to do it? I did it," he said, voice sharp with challenge. "Now let's see how you plan to end this after you've pushed me this far."
He wanted to see what else Maeve could possibly pull.
He got his answer immediately.

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