Chapter 72

Remington just gave her a smile with a hooked lip. “No worries.”

The man, slightly tipsy, had that extra bit of a roguish charm compared to his usual cool and lofty demeanor.

His shirt collar was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a collarbone hidden in the dim light, which glowed with a blush; it was deadly sexy.

The room was buzzing with teasing: Evelina blushed, and her eyes on him were brimming with tender affection, oozing charm like nobody’s business.

Lizetta suddenly felt that winning was so overrated, and her eyes burned a tad.

“Got into a spat with Remi? Come on, Lucian will show him who’s boss.”

Lucian chimed in; standing up and pulling Lizetta to her feet, she announced loudly.

“I’m done here, I’m gonna take Litchi for a spin on the dance floor.”

Lizetta followed him, and the two quickly left the private room.

Once Lizetta was gone, Lulu perked up.

She hadn’t won a single game; didn’t she have any pride? Thumping her leg, she shook the dice cup and rolled a couple of fours before she prodded Evelina.

“Hurry it up. Ms. Hawthorne, your turn.”

Next to her, Remington had been giving off a frosty vibe ever since Lizetta left.

Evelina, distracted, made a careless throw.

“Ahaha, I won, I won, drink up!”

Lulu shoved a glass into Evelina’s hand, who turned to pass it to Remington, “Remi.”

But Remington wouldn’t even glance at her, and he said coldly.

“Heh, you think I’m some kind of drink buddy?”

from his wife, what’s this dirty, stinky stuff

stood up and strode off.

Remington’s tall figure was already

follow, but Lulu leaped onto her

how can you

go!” Evelina shook

were

the room watched, but their

as if she’d been stripped bare, wishing she could kick Lulu to the curb

liquor, with her eyes reddened,

family were old family

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viewed her as someone to be pitled, as she have had her life

reveal a

over, picked up the glass and drank for Evelina.

over with a dark face, pulled Lulu off and dumped

“You okay?”

him and hurried after

room lost its buzz,

the second–floor railing, with his eyes bulging, looked down at the

That’s

too, only to see, on the dance floor’s oval stage, usually a wild party, today

act.

was dressed like an average

move of her was graceful and seductive, and every strand of her hair seemed to dance; her glances

hair flung, fluid as water yet with an edgy

hers alone, and everyone else seemed to vanish in embarrassment.

It was Lizetta.

onto the dance floor, close to

her

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