The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 309 A Stroke Of

Luck

"Just drinking is boring. Let's make things more interesting," Moses suggested, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "How about we change up the rules?"

He paused, running his tongue over his teeth as his gaze flickered between Nate and Corrine with keen interest. "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 playing. "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 Holland, relax. It's just a game for fun."

"If you lose, I'll take care of it," Nate added offhandedly.

Moses and Zack exchanged glances, amusement flashing 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 been completely 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, glanced at her, his expression unreadable, but the faintest hint of a smirk played at the corner of his mouth.

"No matter what, Nate's got your back," Moses teased, shooting Nate a knowing

look.

A few minutes later, the bottles on the sleek black marble table were cleared away, replaced with dice cups and dice.noveldrama

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

Moses flashed a smug smile. "Let's get started."

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

Seconds later, he placed his cup on the table with an air of confidence, surveying the group. "Shall I go first?"

Seeing no objections, he confidently lifted his cup, revealing three dice-

two sixes and a five.

The person next to him took a

"Well and let out a low whistle

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Mr. Seymour's going easy on 98 tonight."

As he spoke, he uncovered his own dice. "Eleven points."

One by one, the others followed

but when

Jules revealed his

g a perfect eighteen cen

filled with murmurs of disbelief.

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

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

"Are you

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shot

his seat, staring at them

in experated disappointmen

two had to have planned this!"

Inside both of their cups sat an identical score-seventeen points.

The worst part? They had completely dodged any penalties.

Jules' gaze lingered on Corrine, amusement flickering in his sharp eyes.

With the lowest score, someone else had to take the punishment.

As the rounds progressed, nearly everyone suffered a penalty at some point- except for three.

Jules, Nate, and Corrine remained untouched.

Moses narrowed his eyes at them suspiciously. "Alright, did you three set this up beforehand?"

If this continued, he might start suspecting foul play.

How else could they keep avoiding the punishments so effortlessly?

Nate lifted his gaze lazily, offering nothing in response.

Jules, however, smirked as he leaned back. "Guess luck's on our side tonight."

All eyes then landed on Corrine, waiting for her to give an answer that made sense.