Chapter 620

“What kind of rule is this?” Marguerite was honestly baffled by Miley’s antics.

But since it didn’t involve her chugging beer, she could only pin her hopes on Frederick.

She gazed at him eagerly, only to find his expression unchanged from moments ago.

It was as if he was waiting for her to say something.

Even if Marguerite was slow on the uptake, she had to realize where Frederick’s earlier anger stemmed from. Swallowing hard, she ventured, “Is that okay?”

Frederick’s gaze was unwavering.

So she knew how to ask favors? Frederick finally cracked a satisfied smile.

He slid the tequila from Marguerite’s side to his own, succinctly stating, “Let’s do this.”

Marguerite blinked, puzzled. When did her words become so effective?

whatever she said, this

in a fog, struggling to make sense of it all, when Miley

so she focused all her attention on the game. But it seemed she had no luck in game. Still a best-of-three, yet she lost every

after another, Miley was thrilled but simultaneously felt a pang

lose a few rounds, but Marguerite

of shots, he asked

can you not get the

tinged with

appeared sober, Marguerite knew

caught Frederick’s cool, exasperated look and recalled that tonight’s antics

out

in to defuse the situation, “Actually, it’s not Marguerite’s fault. She’s bright, just unlucky to play against Miley.

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at the bar. Not in terms of drinking, but in never losing a game. Even in something as simple as rock-paper-scissors, I’ve lost to her more times than I can

to smooth things over,

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