The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1195:

“This game’s getting boring. Why don’t we raise the stakes?” Corrine set down her beer can, a half-smile tugging at her lips as she looked directly at Rosalie. “Miss Liam, interested?”

The lightness in her tone unsettled Rosalie for just a fraction of a second. Her lashes flickered as an uneasy feeling crept in, like she had been caught in the act.

But she quickly steadied herself.

As long as they were still playing dice, Corrine didn’t stand a chance against her.

One way or another, Rosalie would expose Corrine’s true colors in front of everyone tonight.

“Of course.” Rosalie exhaled slowly, then flashed a confident smile. “What are you thinking, Miss Holland?”

a moment, glancing across the table. “Since Miss Liam is the ‘undefeated champion,’

dice games, this one wasn’t just about shaking the cup—it required listening, intuition, and

kept her

was certainty. Corrine

the deceptive charm of a predator in disguise—patiently watching as her prey

interest as Corrine and Rosalie squared off, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of witnessing an unexpected spectacle. The air buzzed with anticipation, a reckless sort of excitement

Nate, a hint of concern etched across his

He was watching Corrine with a look of quiet indulgence, the kind of unwavering devotion that said he’d back her no matter what, without the slightest murmur of

the thrill

bracing himself for whatever outcome awaited. He could only hope Rosalie’s defeat

the stakes? What happens when one of us wins—or loses?” Rosalie’s voice cut through the low murmurs,

confidence, certain that victory was hers for the

echoing like a dare. “The