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After dinner was over, a night market had been set up on the beach.
The market went on and on for hundreds of meters, all kinds of vendors cout to set up their stalls, selling juice, milk tea and
coffee. There were also sspecial snacks, and a wide range of accessories, scarves and hats, etc..
It was still more than half an hour before the return trip.
After dinner, everyone gathered on the beach, strolling, hanging out and taking pictures.
Juanita found an interesting stall and had to drag Joyce along to see what all the fuss was about.
When she got there, Joyce realized that it was actually tarot divination.
"You believe in this too?" Joyce nudged Juanita, "You really have a wide range of hobbies. | have seen you study astrology, so you
have to stay the stars whenever you encounter something?"
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"Hey, just to kill the boredom. It's not expensive." Juanita shook her hand in embarrassment.
"Noble ladies, you just have to paywhen my conclusion is correct." The soothsayer’s voice was full of vicissitudes. It sounded
like it was from quite far away and it was by a ghost.
Juanita froze, she sat down in the chair in front of the soothsayer with a slightly surprised expression. She was not sure exactly
what the soothsayer meant by the “noble ladies” just now.
"Master, tellsomething."
"Good family background, top of the power." The soothsayer glanced lightly at Juanita, "What do you want to ask?"
Juanita's heart was completely convinced. Only she knew that her father was the mayor of the Capital, a strong candidate for the
future prminister. And this seemingly mediocre soothsayer hit the nail on the head.
She laughed dryly, "Not really that powerful, just ordinary."
She stole a glance at Joyce. She did not tell Joyce about her departure from hand her illustrious birth, for which she had been
so guilty. She thought she should be honest with her best friend. However, she had her own problems that she did not want to
disclose just yet.
The soothsayer only smiled and said no more.
"lI want to ask about my love, my marriage." Juanita squared up and looked a little more serious.
She and Karl had been getting along nonchalantly, and she had taken initiative. However, Karl never responded to her...
The soothsayer looked carefully at Juanita's face and added, "Your palm, please."
Juanita held her hand out, palm up, and the soothsayer looked at it carefully for a moment.
"The person you like, doesn't like you."
Juanita heard that, and suddenly her heart was half cold. The originally lively face suddenly turned gloomy. What the soothsayer
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Even Joyce, who was standing at the side, instantly changed her face after hearing this. She couldn't help but take out her phone.
Karl had just sent her another message, and she hadn't replied. She knew that Juanita liked Karl. Was it just not quite right just to
get too close to him for her own sake?
"But then, although the process is a bit bumpy, the ending is okay. The fate is yours, and there is no use to escape." The
soothsayer did not make it very explicit.
Juanita seemed to understand.
It's useless to run away? She did run away from the marriage, the soothsayer meant that it was useless to run away from the
marriage. But why did he say that she and Karl would have a good ending? What exactly did he mean?
She wanted to continue to ask more questions, and the soothsayer shook his head, "Not to be told, not to be told."
The soothsayer then looked to Joyce and asked, "This noble lady, won't you sit down and have your face read?"
Joyce smiled blandly, "I'm an orphan, why am | a noble lady? Master, you have misread."