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    With drinking games and dice on the table, Corrine had picked thetter—a stroke of luck for Rosalie.


    Rosalie’s eyes briefly darkened, and she lowered her gaze, trying to mask her coldness, though Moses and Zack were quick to notice the subtle shift.


    Was Rosalie simply overconfident, or was she blind to the possibility that someone might be better?


    Didn’t she realize that, in any game, there was always someone who could outy her?


    Herbert nced at Corrine, his brow furrowing. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.


    Corrine met his gaze with a cool look. “Is there something wrong with my decision?” she replied, her voice perfectly measured.


    Seeing the innocence in her eyes, Herbert felt the weight of the situation and almost couldn’t bear to let her remain so oblivious.


    Just as Herbert was about to recount Rosalie’s legendary victories, Rosalie spoke up first, her voice smooth butced with a subtle challenge. “Herbert, Miss Hond agreed on her own, so she must be confident. We’re just ying for fun, after all. Why spoil her mood by discouraging her?”


    It was clear—her message to him was simple: keep quiet.


    With the matter settled, Herbert could say no more.


    He took a drag from his cigarette and flicked the butt onto thewn, squashing it into the mud. “So, what’s the forfeit for the loser?” he asked, hoping Rosalie would show some restraint and keep the game from bing too embarrassing for Corrine.


    Rosalie paused, considering her options. “How about Truth or Dare? The winner asks the loser a question, and if they refuse to answer, they drink three bottles of beer as a forfeit.”


    Herbert sighed inwardly, relieved that it wouldn’t be anything too harsh. “I have no objections.”


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    He nced over at Moses and Zack, both of whom nodded in agreement. “What about you, Hawk?” Herbert asked, turning his gaze to Hawk, who was sitting cross-legged beside Corrine. “Interested in joining?”


    Hawk looked over at Corrine, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “If she’s ying, I’ll y,” he said with casual confidence.


    Having seen Corrine’s skills firsthand and having been guided by her before, Hawk knew he wouldn’t fare poorly in this game.


    Rosalie, however, misinterpreted his words.


    Seeing Hawk’s gazend on Corrine, a trace of mockery flickered in Rosalie’s eyes.


    So their rtionship wasn’t as simple as it seemed.


    “Miss Hond?” Rosalie’s voice was sweet, yet carried an undercurrent of challenge. “Shall we begin?”


    Corrine’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “Let’s y. Maybe my luck will prove better than yours, Miss Liam.”


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