Francis Johnson, a man well-versed in the ways of the world, was momentarily bewildered by Lawrence Winters' words, forgetting to speak for quite some time.
It wasn't until she shrugged and said "I don't understand" that he snapped out of it, chuckling as he said, "Just a joke. We believe in 'my fate is determined by me, not by heaven.' All your Purple Star Divination System and Star Charts don't work on me."
Ian Lothrop, upon hearing this, immediately fixed his sharp gaze on Lawrence Winters, his face clearly displaying a "defy him! defy him!" vibe, as if brewing a storm from calmness.
Unexpectedly, Lawrence Winters showed no desire to win or lose. She merely shrugged, "That's possible. I'm quite average in this area. I'm lucky if I have a thirty percent success rate predicting romance. I'm not as good as my uncle; he at least has a steady fifty percent success rate."
Lawrence Winters extended a fair hand, showing a "fifty percent" success rate.
