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    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,ughing at his dismal score.


    “Alright, Mr. Seymour,” Herbert teased, shing a yful 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 session. Rosalie watched, her expression unreadable. “Moses, sorry about that.”


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


    His gaze lingered on Rosalie. “A bet’s a bet. You take whates with it.”


    For reasons she couldn’t quite ce, his words unsettled her.


    Yet, her mind kept circling back to Corrine—was it even possible for someone to be this lucky every time?


    Brushing the thought aside, Rosalie initiated the second round. Her breath hitched when Corrine rolled seventeen points again. So did Nate and Hawk.


    Herbert frowned at the bizarre turn of events. He grabbed the three people’s dice cups and examined them with scrutiny. “We’re all here to have a good time. If someone’s cheating, it kills the fun.”


    Nate remained silent, arms folded, watching as Herbert inspected the dice cups and dice with meticulous care.


    Despite the odd streak, Rosalie once again emerged victorious. But this time, Zack was the one left inst ce.


    “Drink.” Zack ignored the anticipation flickering in Rosalie’s eyes, rose from his seat, and downed three bottles of beer without hesitation.


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    A trace of disappointment crossed Rosalie’s face. “If everyone decides to drink, what’s the point?”


    She had been hoping to pry something useful out of him.


    “You initiated the game, made the rules, and now you’re unhappy with the result.” Zack’s eyes turned cold behind his sses, and he added tly, “What exactly are you after?”


    He couldn’t wrap his head around what had gotten into Rosalie tonight—why she kept pressing Corrine.


    But if he didn’t step in, she was bound to push things too far.


    Rosalie’s expression faltered at Zack’s sudden rebuke. “It’s just a game, Zack. Why so serious? Besides, I made sure to ask Miss Hond’s opinion before starting. She wasn’t forced.”


    With a single remark, she dragged Corrine into the dispute.


    Hawk, who had never been fond of Rosalie—especially now that she was using Corrine as a shield—spoke up without hesitation. “Argue all you want, but leave innocent people out of it.”


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