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“I’ll go first.”
Wesley opened the dice cup. Five dice showed six, and one showed five.
The crowd was secretly surprised, thinking Wesley was really good.
Norton was also surprised. He knew Wesley had talent in dice games, but he didn’t expect him to be this good. No wonder Wesley was so confident. Norton thought that even he might not be able to defeat Wesley.
“Wesley, you are really awesome,” someone exclaimed, giving Wesley a thumbs up. “Your total is thirty-five points. I think no one can beat this.”
“Wesley, do you often play this game when you drink with others?”
The corners of Wesley’s mouth curved into a smirk. He looked at Isabella with undisguised contempt in his eyes. “Your turn.”
Isabella slowly opened her cup. Everyone looked at her casually, as if they were no longer interested in her dice. After all, she couldn’t win against Wesley unless all her six dice showed six points each. But no one believed she could make it. Because if she did, she would become a legend.
However, as Isabella slowly lifted her dice cup, revealing the dice underneath, the entire room fell into stunned silence. Just moments earlier, they had thought the only way Isabella could win was if she somehow managed to get a six on each die—a near-impossible feat. But there they were, staring at six perfect sixes.
Wesley’s smug smile froze in place, his expression quickly shifting to one of disbelief. “How the hell is that possible?” he muttered, his voice filled with shock.
Norton, who had been mentally preparing for defeat, cast an approving glance at her. To his surprise, she had pulled off an incredible win.
Wesley glared at Isabella, his face dark with frustration, but he forced himself to take a deep breath. “Fine, you win this round! But let’s make it a best of three!”
Norton frowned. “Wesley, you didn’t say that just now.”
“I must have forgotten to mention it earlier,” Wesley retorted defiantly. “Now, it’s the best of three.”
He was cheating blatantly! While Norton didn’t like Isabella either, she was Andrew’s girlfriend, and this situation was starting to feel absurd. Would Andrew say something?
Norton glanced at Andrew, expecting him to intervene. But instead of anger or concern, Andrew’s gaze was fixed on Isabella, filled with gentle affection that made it clear Wesley’s antics didn’t faze him in the least. It was as if Wesley wasn’t even worth his attention. Norton couldn’t help but wonder: was Andrew truly indifferent to the outcome, or did he have that much faith in Isabella’s abilities?
Intrigued, he began to scrutinize her more closely. “Fine!” Isabella agreed, her voice steady as she met Wesley’s unreasonable demand without flinching.
Wesley wasted no time, snatching up the cup with a determined look. He shook it vigorously, listening to the clatter of the dice inside, convinced that this time, victory would be his. Surely, Isabella’s previous win was nothing more than a stroke of luck—there was no way she could repeat such a feat.
Wesley took extra care, ensuring each shake was precise, every move calculated. He raised the cup to his mouth and looked at Isabella complacently. This time, he was certain he would win.
“I’ll go first!” Wesley announced, confidence lacing his words.
“Go ahead,” Isabella replied, her tone cool and indifferent. Her serene expression, with features as refined as a painting, betrayed not a hint of concern.
Wesley felt the weight of the moment and took a deep breath before slowly lifting the cup. Inside his cup were six sixes.
His face lit up with satisfaction—he had just shown everyone his skill, and it was no fluke.
The crowd around him burst into praise. “Wesley, you’re incredible!”
“With talent like that, you could make a fortune in gambling!”
“Way to go, Wesley!”
Wesley basked in the admiration, confident in his abilities. His victory seemed inevitable—after all, how could Isabella possibly surpass him? The best she could do was tie, and that was assuming she got lucky again. Wesley looked at Isabella, his eyes gleaming with challenge. “Your turn!” he said, a smug grin on his face.
Isabella met his gaze without flinching. Slowly, she reached for her cup and began to lift it. The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on the dice inside.
When the contents were revealed, the crowd’s reaction was even more stunned than before. They stared, mouths agape at the sight before them.
Inside Isabella’s cup, there were six dice showing six, but one showed one.
This was just luck; it took pure strength and precision. Isabella was skilled, and everyone knew it.
The room buzzed with shock, and Wesley was speechless, his earlier arrogance replaced by disbelief. The memory of his smugness moments ago felt like a slap in the face. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realized he had underestimated Isabella.
“You’ve lost,” Isabella’s voice was calm, yet it carried the weight of her victory.
The simple words cut through the tension, leaving Wesley to grapple with the sting of his defeat. For the first time, the young, arrogant Wesley had been outclassed—and he couldn’t hide his humiliation.
Wesley was stunned, his face burning with embarrassment as he gritted his teeth. “I’m a man of my word. I won’t back down. What do you want me to do?” He braced himself, ready for the consequences.
Norton, still reeling from the shock of Isabella’s unexpected victory, stole a glance at Andrew. To his surprise, Andrew didn’t look surprised at all. Instead, a faint, satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth. It hit Norton then—Andrew had known all along how skilled Isabella was. In his eyes, Wesley had been digging his own grave from the start. There had never been a need to intervene.
Isabella was far from a mere beautiful accessory; she was formidable in her own right. Andrew wouldn’t be with someone unworthy. Despite this realization, Norton couldn’t shake the belief that Jada was still the better match for Andrew. But he had to concede that Isabella was no pushover.
The crowd buzzed with tension, eagerly awaiting Isabella’s response. Surely, she would demand something challenging, something that would force Wesley to submit to her authority.
When Isabella finally spoke, her voice was calm, almost indifferent. “Dance, then.”
Wesley blinked, momentarily thrown off balance. Dance? That was it?
He pressed his lips together, feeling his earlier arrogance slip away under Isabella’s serene, unwavering gaze. There was something disarming in her composure, something that made him feel a deep sense of shame. He had expected her to retaliate harshly, but instead, she chose something so simple, almost dismissive.
“Fine,” Wesley muttered, getting to his feet. “What kind of dance?”
“Whatever you like,” Isabella replied, reclining elegantly on the sofa, her posture radiating an effortless power that left no room for defiance.
As Wesley prepared to dance, a wave of humiliation washed over him. He had been ready to face severe consequences, but this—this was almost worse. It wasn’t just a dance; it was an acknowledgment of the control Isabella held over him. Isabella’s demeanor had to be a result of being around Andrew for long. He couldn’t let himself be swayed—deep down, he believed Andrew’s wife should be Jada.
Determined to push those thoughts aside, Wesley stepped forward and played the music.
The tension in the room melted away as soon as he started dancing. To everyone’s surprise, Wesley was a natural on the dance floor. His movements were fluid, and his rebellious energy only added to the lively atmosphere. The crowd quickly got into it, applauding and cheering as the intense mood shifted into something far more lighthearted.
Andrew glanced at Isabella, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Are you enjoying this?”
Isabella took a sip of water, her expression cool and unbothered. “Yes, he’s actually quite amusing.”
Standing nearby, Norton choked on his drink at her response. If Wesley ever heard her call him “amusing,” he’d probably be furious. After all, Wesley was known to be quite fearsome—certainly not someone to be taken lightly. Yet here was Isabella, brushing him off as if he weren’t worth her time.
Norton sighed inwardly. If Jada weren’t in the picture, Isabella would have been a great choice to be Mrs. Klein. But Jada was simply too exceptional.
Wesley finished dancing soon after, and everyone realized that Isabella was far from as fragile as she seemed. No one dared to cause any trouble, so they all chatted normally.
Isabella observed that Andrew was clearly the leader among them. Even though he wasn’t the oldest, everyone treated him with great respect. This was the influence of being part of the top clan.
By evening, Isabella and Andrew were ready to leave.
“Andrew, why are you leaving so early? We should have dinner together,” Wesley said, noting how rare it was for them all to be together.
Andrew raised an eyebrow and replied in his deep, magnetic voice, “I’m heading out to have dinner with my girlfriend.”
Wesley was at a loss for words. Andrew had really changed! He wasn’t like this before. Wesley regarded Isabella with a serious expression.
After Isabella and Andrew left, the fun continued. Wesley glanced down as his phone buzzed. It was a call from Jada.
He stepped outside to take the call.
“Wesley, it’s been ages since I went back to check on you. Have you been studying hard? I hope you haven’t been slacking off like before,” the woman’s voice was soothing and melodic, with a hint of firmness.
Wesley, who usually projected arrogance, instantly became subdued when he heard her voice. “Jada, don’t worry, I’ve been studying hard at home.”
“That’s good to hear. But if I come back and find out you haven’t been studying, I’ll be quite upset.”
Wesley flashed a smile and said, “I promise I won’t do anything to upset you. So, when are you coming back? I really miss you!”
“I’ll be back soon,” Jada said with a gentle smile. “I miss you too. It’s been a whole year since we last met. Let’s definitely have dinner together when I return.”
Wesley was about to agree, but then he thought about Andrew, and his mood shifted. “Jada, Andrew might not be able to make it.”
“Why?” Jada asked, sounding surprised.
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