The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 309 A Stroke Of

Luck

"Just drinking is boring. Let's make things more interesting," Moses suggested, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "How about we change up the rules?"

He paused, running his tongue over his teeth as his gaze flickered between Nate and Corrine with keen interest. "The winner gets to challenge the loser to truth or dare. If the loser refuses, they have to drink."

Moses usually preferred a more aggressive approach, but when it came to Nate, he knew better. Even with ten times his current nerve, he wouldn't dare force Nate into playing. "Want in?" Nate lifted an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Corrine.

Corrine tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. A soft nod followed. "Sure."

Moses' eyes gleamed with anticipation at her agreement. He quickly went over the rules, his tone deliberately light. "Miss Holland, relax. It's just a game for fun."

"If you lose, I'll take care of it," Nate added offhandedly.

Moses and Zack exchanged glances, amusement flashing between them.

They had known Nate for years-

he was the type to brush off women who threw themselves at him without a second thought.

Yet now, watching him take such an active role in this, it was impossible not to suspect he had been completely captivated by Corrine's beauty. Corrine looked up at Nate, a slow smile curving her lips. "I don't think my luck is that bad."

Jules, catching her remark, glanced at her, his expression unreadable, but the faintest hint of a smirk played at the corner of his mouth.

"No matter what, Nate's got your back," Moses teased, shooting Nate a knowing

look.

the sleek black marble table were cleared away, replaced with dice cups

casually adjusting their

a smug smile.

the sharp clatter of dice rolling inside the cups

the table with an air of confidence, surveying

he confidently lifted his

sixes and

next to him took

out a

Mr. Seymour's

bel

going easy

he uncovered his own dice.

by one, the

but when

Jules revealed his

a perfect eighteen

murmurs of

Nate's and

nothe

ease, lifted

"Are you

Zg me?" Moses nearly

shot