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    “The winner gets to challenge the loser to truth or dare. If the loser refuses, they have to drink.”


    Moses usually preferred a more aggressive approach, but when it came to Nate, he knew better. Even with ten times his current nerve, he wouldn’t dare force Nate into ying.


    “Want in?” Nate lifted an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Corrine.


    Corrine tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. A soft nod followed.


    “Sure.” Moses’ eyes gleamed with anticipation at her agreement. He quickly went over the rules, his tone deliberately light.


    “Miss Hond, rx. It’s just a game for fun.”


    “If you lose, I’ll take care of it,” Nate added offhandedly.


    Moses and Zack exchanged nces, amusement shing between them. They had known Nate for years—he was the type to brush off women who threw themselves at him without a second thought. Yet now, watching him take such an active role in this, it was impossible not to suspect he had beenpletely captivated by Corrine’s beauty.


    Corrine looked up at Nate, a slow smile curving her lips.


    “I don’t think my luck is that bad.”


    Jules, catching her remark, nced at her, his expression unreadable, but the faintest hint of a smirk yed at the corner of his mouth.


    “No matter what, Nate’s got your back,” Moses teased, shooting Nate a knowing nce.


    A few minutester, the bottles on the sleek ck marble table were cleared away, reced with dice cups.


    The group gathered around, casually adjusting their grips on the cups.


    Moses shed a smug smile.


    “Let’s get started.”


    As he spoke, the sharp tter of dice rolling inside the cups echoed through the room.


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    Secondster, he ced his cup on the table with an air of confidence, surveying the group.


    “Shall I go first?”


    Seeing no objections, Moses confidently lifted his cup, revealing three dice—two sixes and a five.


    The person next to him took a nce and let out a low whistle.


    “Well, well, Mr. Seymour is going easy on us tonight.”


    As he spoke, he uncovered his own dice.


    “Eleven points.”


    One by one, the others followed suit, but when Jules revealed his dice, showing a perfect eighteen, the room filled with murmurs of disbelief.


    Finally, it was Nate’s and Corrine’s turn.


    They exchanged a nce, and with synchronized ease, they lifted their cups at the exact same moment.


    “Are you kidding me?” Moses nearly shot out of his seat, staring at them in exaggerated disappointment.


    “You two had to have nned this!” Inside both of their cups sat an identical score—seventeen points. The worst part? They hadpletely dodged any penalties.


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