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?”

what’s this dirty, stinky stuff got to

up and strode

was

onto her

go! Ms. Hawthorne, how can you bail on your

Evelina shook

know, you were being sneaky with the

room watched, but their expressions were varied.

could

she handle her liquor, with her eyes reddened, she looked

the Hawthorne family were

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she have had her life stolen and have endured so much hardship as a child, and then her marriage prospects were snatched away.

reveal

he came over, picked up the glass and drank

dark face, pulled Lulu off and dumped her on the

“You okay?”

ignored him and

they left, the private room lost its buzz, and everyone quickly

his eyes bulging, looked down at the dance floor and exclaimed in

smokes! That’s freaking amazing!”

on the dance floor’s oval stage, usually a wild party, today

act.

T–shirt and jeans, was dressed like an average

she twisted and swayed; every move of her was graceful and seductive, and every strand of her hair seemed to dance; her glances and turns were enchanting,

lifted, hips sent, bending over, hair flung, fluid as water yet with an edgy swing, bewitching to

wonder once she hit the stage, it was hers alone, and everyone else seemed to vanish in

It was Lizetta.

the dance floor, close

in her

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