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. You take what comes

reasons she couldn’t quite

to Corrine—was it even possible for

second round. Her breath hitched when Corrine rolled

events. He grabbed the three people’s dice cups and examined them with scrutiny. “We’re

Herbert inspected the dice cups and dice with

But

flickering in Rosalie’s eyes, rose from his seat, and downed three bottles

ⓒo𝓹𝓎

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

to pry

the game, made the rules, and now you’re unhappy with the result.” Zack’s eyes