?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. Hershes 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 ying 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 shed a confident smile. “What are you thinking, Miss Hond?”


    Corrine considered for a moment, ncing across the table. “Since Miss Liam is the ‘undefeated champion,’ just rolling dice seems too simple. What do you think about a guessing game instead?”


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


    “Fine.” Rosalie kept her expressionposed.


    This wasn’t arrogance; it was certainty. Corrine wasn’t her match.


    But as Rosalie sat poised and self-assured, Corrine’s smile widened, carrying the deceptive charm of a predator in disguise—patiently watching as her prey edged closer to the snare she had carefullyid.


    The men’s gazes sharpened with 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 rippling through the crowd.


    Only Zack seemed distracted, his gaze flickering toward Nate, a hint of concern etched across his face.


    But Nate? 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 ofint.


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    Zack sighed inwardly, already bracing himself for whatever oue awaited. He could only hope Rosalie’s defeat wouldn’t be too brutal.


    “Before we begin, shouldn’t we settle the stakes? What happens when one of us wins—or loses?” Rosalie’s voice cut through the low murmurs, her smile curved with a provocative edge.


    She radiated confidence, certain that victory was hers for the taking.


    Corrine rolled the dice between her fingers, the sharp clicks echoing like a dare. “The loser will be at the mercy of the winner. How does that sound?”


    A bold challenge, intoxicating and reckless—like putting your fate in the hands of your worst enemy.


    Everyone’s attention slid to Rosalie, eyes sparking with interest.


    “Aren’t you going to talk her out of it?” Herbert asked Nate, the only man here he thought might intervene.


    Of everyone present, Herbert knew Corrine the least. To him, her loss felt inevitable.


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