The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1191:

With drinking games and dice on the table, Corrine had picked the latter—a stroke of luck for Rosalie.

Rosalie’s eyes briefly darkened, and she lowered her gaze, trying to mask her coldness, though Moses and Zack were quick to notice the subtle shift.

Was Rosalie simply overconfident, or was she blind to the possibility that someone might be better?

Didn’t she realize that, in any game, there was always someone who could outplay her?

Herbert glanced at Corrine, his brow furrowing. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Corrine met his gaze with a cool look. “Is there something wrong with my decision?” she replied, her voice perfectly measured.

the weight of the situation and almost

smooth but laced with a subtle challenge. “Herbert, Miss Holland agreed on her own, so she must be confident.

was clear—her message to him was simple: keep

the matter settled, Herbert could say

from his cigarette and flicked the butt onto the lawn, squashing it into the mud. “So, what’s the forfeit for the loser?” he asked, hoping Rosalie would

Dare? The winner asks the loser a question, and if they refuse to answer, they drink three bottles of

wouldn’t be anything too harsh.

𝖀𝗽𝗅𝗈𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝗋𝗮𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝗈 𝗀ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧉𝖼𝗈𝗆

agreement. “What about you, Hawk?” Herbert asked, turning his gaze to Hawk,

a slight smile tugging at his lips. “If she’s playing, I’ll

having been guided by her before, Hawk knew

however, misinterpreted his

Hawk’s gaze land on Corrine, a trace of mockery flickered in