NovelOnlineChapter 1192: Her gaze, casual yet piercing, seemed to mock Rosalie's carefully crafted plans. Rosalie's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, she found herself at a loss for words.
Regaining her composure, Rosalie nodded. "Then, let's begin." Moments later, Saul and Presley arrived with a table, dice cups, and dice. Seven people gathered around, each casually tossing their dice into their cups, shaking them with ease.
The sound of the dice clattering against the cups filled the air, a sharp, rhythmic noise.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhile everyone else maintained a relaxed air, Rosalie practically glowed with confidence as she shook her cup, the skill in her movements betraying her years of practice.
After a few seconds, she set her cup down, her eyes scanning the table, a smile of satisfaction dancing on her lips.
She noticed Corrine, on the other hand, shaking her cup like an amateur.
Rosalie's smile widened as she lowered her gaze to conceal the mocking amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. Did Corrine really think this gwas all about luck? "Who opens first?" Rosalie asked, her tone sweet but edged with politeness.
When no one immediately volunteered, she added, "Since no one else is speaking, I'll go first." With a flourish, she lifted her cup.
Herbert's face tightened as he saw the three sixes, a look of resignation settling on him. "Three sixes. No wonder you're so confident." Rosalie merely waved her hand dismissively. "Herbert, if I went easy, you wouldn't enjoy the game, would you?" She gestured at him. "Go ahead, open yours." Herbert revealed his dice-one five and two fours, adding up to thirteen points. Next in line were Zack and Moses, who showed fourteen and eleven points, respectively.
New updates in galHawk's turn came, and with a nonchalant flick, he opened his beer and then his dice cup, revealing seventeen points.
His score was second only to Rosalie's eighteen, ensuring that he avoided the forfeit.
"Nate, Miss Holland, it's your turn," Rosalie called out, her smile taking on a more competitive edge as she looked toward Corrine.
Nate exchanged a glance with Corrine, and with a shared, knowing smile, they both lifted their dice cups in unison.
The dice cups were lifted, revealing that both Nate and Corrine had folled exactly seventeen points.
"You've got to be kidding! Did you both plan this?" Herbert's eyes m flashed between them, stunned as he took in the matching numbers. Rosalie frowned, peering at the dice resting in the cups.
Her eyes darkened with thought when she turned to Corrine, studying e her closely.
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