The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1192:

Her gaze, casual yet piercing, seemed to mock Rosalie’s carefully crafted plans. Rosalie’s heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, she found herself at a loss for words.

Regaining her composure, Rosalie nodded. “Then, let’s begin.”

Moments later, Saul and Presley arrived with a table, dice cups, and dice. Seven people gathered around, each casually tossing their dice into their cups, shaking them with ease.

The sound of the dice clattering against the cups filled the air, a sharp, rhythmic noise.

While everyone else maintained a relaxed air, Rosalie practically glowed with confidence as she shook her cup, the skill in her movements betraying her years of practice.

After a few seconds, she set her cup down, her eyes scanning the table, a smile of satisfaction dancing on her lips.

She noticed Corrine, on the other hand, shaking her cup like an amateur.

amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. Did Corrine

Rosalie asked, her tone sweet but

she added, “Since no one else

flourish, she lifted her

saw the three sixes, a look of resignation settling on him. “Three sixes. No

if I went easy, you wouldn’t enjoy the game, would you?” She gestured at him. “Go ahead, open

to thirteen points. Next in line were Zack and Moses, who showed fourteen and

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opened his beer and then his dice cup, revealing

to Rosalie’s eighteen, ensuring that he avoided

called out, her smile taking on a more

exchanged a glance with Corrine, and with a shared, knowing smile, they both lifted their dice cups in