After wishing Zoey and Rick a happy wedding, Rita excused herself to leave. Zoey, clearly pleased with the wedding gift, personally escorted her to the door and even arranged for a Lopez family driver to take her ho. It was evident that Zoey was not only satisfied with the gift but also appreciated Rita's tactfulness.
The next day, Rita was unexpectedly invited by Zoey to visit their new ho—a villa within the Lopez family estate, which had been prepared as a marital residence for Zoey and Rick. Rita had previously assud it was occupied by other mbers of the Lopez family and hadn't imagined it was reserved for the couple.
Upon entering, Rita noticed a faint blue light glowing beneath her feet, accompanied by the scent of revealing potion, though there was no visible mist. It seed the Lopez family had upgraded their security system using advanced technology. Zoey casually explained, "Oh, don't mind it, it's just pressure sensors, no harm."
Rita understood imdiately. Having spent most of September in Vancouver collecting weapons, she hadn't been to the Lopez estate in a while. She figured the entire main house must now be outfitted with such systems, and likely, the White family had also co up with counterasures. Rita quickly decided she would avoid both the Lopez and White families for the ti being.
After all, where there's detection, there's likely a corresponding capture system.
After a tour of the marital ho and staying for a al, Rita prepared to leave. She could tell how much Zoey appreciated the wedding gift.
Before departing, Rita told Zoey, "On your wedding day, I'll use my talent to boost your luck to full! Don't worry about a thing!"
Zoey's expression froze montarily. Her luck had once been maxed out at 10, but mysteriously dropped to 8, which had led her to suspect everyone around her. She even investigated whether Rita, being a potential player, had so sort of **Divine Gift** that could curse people.
However, Zoey quickly adjusted her deanor, smiled, and instructed the Lopez driver to take Rita ho. She even had a second car follow behind, filled with gifts for Rita.
That evening, during dinner at the Wilson family villa, Rita showered Zoey with praise.
In the past, Rick would have jumped in and asked her to use her skill on him as well, with no concern about putting her in a difficult position after already promising Zoey. But now, still reeling from the loss of his **Divine Gift** from SS-tier to "SB-tier," Rick barely had the energy to attend the wedding rehearsal, let alone make requests.
Samuel sat at the table, chanically eating his food, seemingly lost in his own thoughts, as if his soul had already left him.
Scarlett, although saddened by the loss of family treasures, didn't fully grasp their true value. Samuel had only shown her the collection once, so while she felt heartbroken, the blow wasn't as severe for her. She was a simple woman—if her husband, son, and daughter were well, she was content.
As a result, the dinner table was filled with conversation only between the two won, while the two n robotically stuffed food into their mouths.
On the day of the wedding, Rick sat in the master bedroom of his villa, waiting for Zoey to arrive and pick him up. Rita and Samuel had invited so mbers of the extended Wilson family to help hold off the Lopez family as a formality. After a brief "door-blocking" ga, they let Zoey and her party through.
When using **Wheel of Fate**, you can choose whether or not to hide the target's altered luck. Normally, when doing sothing malicious, it's hidden, but when boosting soone's luck on a special day, of course, you want to show it off! Rita wasn't planning on causing trouble at the wedding anyway.
After all, Zoey and Rick, as protagonists, wouldn't face any serious bad luck even with low luck stats—Rick's luck had dropped to 1, but even then, the Gun King missed seven shots and only managed to slice off half of Rick's… well, you get the idea.
This ti, the banquet had many more guests than the engagent party. Rita even spotted **Sanchez**, wearing a black glove that covered her right hand up to her upper arm—likely a prosthetic. She glanced at Zoey with cold, scrutinizing eyes.
In a world full of complex plots and sches, Sanchez's mind was consud with hatred. Even though her family and the White family had discussed the situation, logic dictated that Zoey wouldn't have acted directly. There was no deep enmity between the Lopez and White families, and only minor business disagreents.
Why would Zoey take such drastic action, especially against soone like Sanchez, with unknown abilities?
Moreover, if Zoey truly had orchestrated the attack, why had she only severed Sanchez's arm and spared her life? Why leave room for a confrontation with a cold, steely gaze?
Rita's casual glance at Sanchez seed nothing more than idle curiosity toward the wedding guests. She kept her focus on the food, smiling and clapping at the appropriate monts, playing the part of an unassuming relative. Even though her maxed-out charm often drew people's attention, she remained low-key.
And yet… this inconspicuous relative with her unassuming deanor managed to use her **Chávez watch's Insight** skill to steal from thirty-seven players at the banquet.
These were all "familiar faces" from her past life.
The more she stole, the angrier she beca. Nearly every one of these people had crossed her before, making her wonder if she had so natural talent for attracting enemies.
Now, though, she understood—Rick had been using her as his **tank**, diverting all the aggro toward her.
By the end of the banquet, Rita had stolen **2 points of constitution, 2 points of strength**, and **1 point of intelligence**.
After the party, Rita tactfully escorted Samuel and Scarlett ho. They didn't stick around to crash the wedding night celebrations. While the Lopez family could playfully harass the couple, if the Wilson family joined in, it would be seen as overstepping boundaries.
Lopez family mbers arranged for a driver to take them ho. In the car, Samuel, who had kept up a cheerful facade all day, finally relaxed. He slumped in the backseat, staring emo-ly out the window.
Rita asked a few probing questions, but Samuel remained silent. Understanding his mood, she didn't press further.
Upon returning to her own villa, Rita prepared a feast for her backyard's "Cat Motel." Since gaining the **God of the Culinary Arts**, she had developed an obsessive compulsion when it ca to cooking. If the ingredients weren't cut perfectly, it bothered her. If the heat wasn't just right, it irritated her. If the dish didn't score high enough, she felt like a failure…
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