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    Rolling an eighteen was no small feat—even after hours of y, Jaxon rarely saw it.


    Malcolm drummed his fingers on the table. “Fair’s fair.”


    Although Jaxon wasn’t the one drinking yet, displeasure was written all over his face. He had hoped Wesley would be forced to drink tonight.


    Unconvinced, Jaxon assumed it was just beginner’s luck. No way could Elena repeat that. “Again!” he barked,unching the second round.


    This time, fortune truly smiled on Jaxon. Triple sixes—eighteen points. “Looks like my luck tonight is extraordinary. Elena, my friend, I don’t believe you can beat me!” Jaxon boasted.


    Indeed, no one else came close.


    Soon, only Elena remained.


    Jaxon was convinced the win was his.


    Elena didn’t even lift the cup. She tapped the dice with force, sending them tumbling.


    Jaxonughed loudly. “Are you giving up? If you miss this one, Wesley’s drinking.” He assumed she was throwing casually.


    Wesley’s eyes narrowed, watching Elena’s every move. Those taps weren’t random at all. His gaze shifted to herposed expression, a trace of admiration flickering.


    Elena unveiled the dice cup.


    Malcolm’s brows shot up, while Kason’s cool demeanor gave way to intrigue. Inside—four sixes, twenty-four points.


    Jaxon stared, dumbfounded. “Four sixes?”


    Witnessing Elena’s skill with the dice, the othersughed.


    “Elena, you’re full of surprises.”


    “No wonder Wesley stayed so calm—turns out you’re the real pro.”


    “Teach me that move sometime!”


    Wesley didn’t say a word as they teased her.


    Jaxon froze, staring at the four sixes in the cup, his shock hitting like a punch to the gut. “This is some straight-up bullshit! There’s no way you didn’t cheat!” His usation echoed around the room, thick with tension. Leaping from his chair, his voice cracked with agitation. “How on earth did you manage to rig the dice like that? That’s impossible!” The only time he’d seen a move like that was in the movies. No way—this had to be a joke! This was outright rigged. How the hell did Elena just roll four sixes like it was nothing?


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    Jaxon was fuming. “We’re all friends here. I don’t mind losing fair and square, but cheating? That ruins everything. Wesley, that woman is yourpanion—aren’t you going to say something?”


    Only moments before, Jaxon had treated Elena with a semnce of respect. But now, after several losses, his tone soured, reducing her to “that woman” in his bitter tirade. His attitude shifted faster than a flick of a switch.


    Elena, meanwhile, remained perfectly calm. She leaned back, resting against the chair with an ease that bordered on aloofness. Her face was unreadable, betraying no reaction to Jaxon’s outburst.


    Malcolm, who had been quietly observing from a corner, finally spoke up, his voice calm but firm. “Jaxon, you’ve had too much to drink.”


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