The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1193:

A casual shake, a simple toss—yet seventeen points.

Could Corrine really be that lucky?

While Rosalie mulled it over, the others had already turned their attention to Moses, laughing at his dismal score.

“Alright, Mr. Seymour,” Herbert teased, flashing a playful smirk. “Truth or Dare?”

“Even if I were honest, you still wouldn’t believe me,” Moses scoffed, reaching for three small bottles of beer on the table. “Cheers!”

Without another word, he tilted his head back and downed them in quick succession. Rosalie watched, her expression unreadable. “Moses, sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize,” Moses said, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“A bet’s a bet.

couldn’t quite place, his words

circling back to Corrine—was it even possible for someone to be

round. Her breath hitched when

He grabbed the three people’s dice cups and examined them with scrutiny. “We’re all here to have a

silent, arms folded, watching as Herbert inspected the dice cups and

streak, Rosalie once again emerged victorious. But this time, Zack was the one left in

rose from his seat, and downed

ⓐuthor’s ⓒo??

crossed Rosalie’s face. “If everyone decides to drink, what’s

hoping to pry something useful out of

now you’re unhappy with the result.” Zack’s eyes turned cold behind his glasses, and he added flatly, “What exactly are you