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.

at the corners of her mouth.

Rosalie asked, her tone

immediately volunteered, she added, “Since no

she lifted her

a look of resignation settling on him. “Three sixes. No wonder

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

and two fours, adding up to thirteen points. Next in line were Zack and Moses, who showed fourteen and eleven points,

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turn came, and with a nonchalant flick, he opened his beer

second only to Rosalie’s eighteen, ensuring

Miss Holland, it’s your turn,” Rosalie called out, her smile taking on a more competitive

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