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.

as she lowered her gaze to conceal the mocking amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. Did Corrine really think this game was all about

her tone sweet but edged

one immediately volunteered, she added, “Since no

she lifted her

face tightened as he saw the three sixes, a look of resignation

merely waved her hand dismissively. “Herbert, if I went easy, you wouldn’t enjoy the game, would you?” She gestured at

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

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a nonchalant flick, he opened his beer and then his dice cup,

was second only to Rosalie’s eighteen, ensuring that he avoided the

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

with a shared, knowing smile, they both lifted their dice cups in