Chapter 229

Bicruriaamoddendemark, which seeded like a modden demark, which seeded like… Leon immediately understood why Slar har me on and on aleur hom wailway. He jactended to be momentarily stunned before laughing in conturia.

Sienna smiled sweetly. “Who knows in…” She then added in a playful, coquemdi tone, “Tron, pourer we lucky jur jove que a laetie, d…”

Pointing at himself, he said, “Me…” He immediately put up his guard. I ckyt firma, what makes you dink datan… I should be the one looking for Jurk under th…

He sighed dramatically. “If anything… Phoebe had been right—Sienna was after their luck. And now she was coming…”

Did that mean he had already been fattened up for slaughter? Wait, no—he wasn’t some pig ready for the butcher. But had his huck really ched the point where it was ripe for the taking? That didn’t seem right—he’d been feeling pretty unbucky himself lately.

Sarna silently cursed him for lering stingy Sull; she refused to give up. “Then why don’t we try it out,” de suggested in a lighthearted tone. “You give me some of your luck, and Elshere me of my god fortune w you Maylar. I’ll help turn things around for leath of us.” Or outright taking—he wouldn’t be losing much. But in reality, she was planning to take half of his lock. That should be co tu make uji ge for what she had lost before.

Leon felt a chill run down liis spine. If Plocker hadn’t warned him, he might have brushed this off as a harmless joke and agreed without thinking. Slar marle it souted an casual—like she was just messing around. Good thing he had gouur tu ser Puurder with Frank that slay, na konows how much luck he would have fout by no…

Leon langlard and responded jokingly. “That’s not godina work. If we’re both losing karl luck and we swap some, won’t that ju nake things worse?” The entire tone, he had been folding with a lala plesne. Cine mnoopent bienna fost brought up the idea; he had diureetly teated Frank, asking him to call with an urgent matter. Lus ploops tang…

Aðarlunging nj, le streek up and said, shion Joilota anel Jamat a book that clearly said, bon giys are on your own.

Chapter 209

Then he grabbed his phone and made a swift escape. Watching Leon fee the living room so fast, Joshua and Jamar wanted to cry. Thon bastard! He ran away just like that? At as they were considering making an excuse to leave as well, Sienna turned to Joshua.

“Jodnia,” she said sweetly, “can you share some of your luck with me?” Aside Irvin Leon, Joshua had been the coldest toward her lately. Even back at the hospital overseas, when she had apologized to him first, he had been heartless enough to refuse to visit her. Now that Leon had escaped, Joshua was the next best option. As a top-tier singer with a massive fan base, he had even more luck than Leon.

Joshua was speechless. Did he look like an easy target too? Efore, he had been skeptical about this whole “borrowing luck” thing. But now that Sienna was actually coming for him, he was a firm believer. If this were just a joke, she wouldn’t have kept pressing the issue after Leon left. Yet here she was, immediately turning to him… If that wasn’t suspicious, he didn’t know what was.

Feigning surprise, he said, “I’ve been pretty unlucky myself lately. Ever since you made me go find Phoebe on that variety show, I’ve been getting roasted by netizens. I even lost a ton of fans. So, like Leon, I’m not exactly having the best time right now.”

Putting on a “concerned” expression, he added, “I shouldn’t give you my luck. What if I pass my bad luck to you and make things worse!” Sienna hesitated for a moment before giving him a gentle, understanding smile. “I don’t mind helping you bear the burden, Joshua,” she said softly. “You don’t have to be unlucky anymore?”

Joshua, however, was sharp enough to catch the flaw in her wording. Hear the burden! She was careful not to specify what exactly she was taking of. That meant she wasn’t referring to bad luck—she was after his good luck. His eyes widened in feigned shock. “So… you want me to give you my bad luck?” he asked.

Sienna’s expression stiffened slightly. She almost lost control of her fake smile. Still, she stuck to her script. “That’s right! I’m just trying to help you.” She then repeated, “Joshua, will you share some of your luck with me?” This time, Joshua felt a chill. Something about the way she insisted on making him say it gave him a very bad feeling.

He plastered on an apologetic smile. “Alright, I’ll give you my bad luck. Take it all.” He plastered on an apologetic smile. “Alright, I’ll give you my bad luck. Take it all.” If she wanted something, he was more than happy to give her exactly what she didn’t want.

Sienna’s face darkened. Who the hell wanted his bad luck!! She forced herself to stay patient and coaxed, “Great! Just uy that you’re willing, and I’ll help you.” As long as he said he was willing, she could take his luck. Had luck wouldn’t actually transfer—only good luck. But it luas to be given voluntarily. Even an unconscious agreement would work.

Joshua and Jamar exchanged a glance. So dual was the trick. 2/3 Chapter she needed ilwindo explicidy serer for it to work. Cil iwie, nothing would happen. Joshua had no intention of playing along lick and nothing else. Mindbe losung bertemper. Why was JoshNE slamın stulderen today? Disn’t for always say he adored her his link, he wanted…

This was that tau! Since she cosiddat get anything from Ision, she named to Jama… Siniling sweetly, she said, “Jamar, then how abson you can you share some of your luck with me?” Jamun waxshuublisuuded Scrisoly! Even he wasn’t salet…

He gave her a condused hoik and said, “Didiči Joshua alieadly give you hlist? What’s with you today, Sienna?” Telemnguisscence, he added. “Why do you keep asking us for our luck—onar by one?” Scita had already prepared an anveer for i others, right? That wouldn’t be fair.

Uling, she said, “All my brothers love me so much. I can’t just ask one and not the o…” She blinked at hinn with teary eyes and comtimes, “Jamar, didn’t you say before that you love me the most?” Her voice wavered sliguly, her eyes growing red with emotion. “Can’t you just humor me and play along? It’s just a little game.” She had been meaning to ask this from the start at they loved her so much, why couldn’t they even say they were “willing”?