Chapter 1520


    Sylvia hadpletely lost confidence in herself by this point and decided to follow Odell''s advice, so she made her guess. "Even."


    Sherry lifted her cup. Four, two, six. Even.


    Sylvia immediately lit up with joy and turned to Odell


    Odell smiled warmly and ruffled Sylvia''s hair, then he proceeded to pull up a chair and sit next to her.


    After Sylvia threw the dice back into the cup, Odell took it from her and said, "Why don''t you take a break? I''ll win this one for you.”


    Sylvia smiled. "Alright."


    Sherry was slightly bothered by how lovey-dovey the two of them were getting and pouted involuntarily.


    Was that a taunt? She was not going to go down so easily.


    She cocked an eyebrow and epted the challenge. ‘Come at mel You''re not going to beat mel


    Odell shook the cup in his hand several times, the dice ttered around chaotically inside the cup.


    Sherry pricked up her ears.


    Just when she felt ike she had a good hint on what the number was going to be, Odell suddenly sped up his pace.


    Before Sherry could react, he mmed the cup against the table confidently.


    Sylvia had just grabbed herself another cup of tea and sat down with Odell.


    She turned to Sherry and prompted. "Alright, Sherry. Time to guess."


    Sherry hesitated for a moment and blurted out, "Even."


    Sylvia lifted the cup. The numbers were Three, six, six.


    "Uh-uh, you''re wrong!" Sylvia dered with a wry smile.


    She was very smug about it as well. After her losing streak, the tables had finally turned.


    Sherry was rather upset by this.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    Suddenly, someone threw a chair next to her. Aman sat down audaciously and joined the table.


    He adjusted his sses and turned to Odell with a sharp smile. "Young Master Carter, that''s not very nice of you. You can''t pick


    on my Sherry like that when I’m around."


    Sherry was stunned by this deration and was almost physically repulsed.


    My Sherry? What was this man going on about?


    Odell rose to the challenge. "What''s this? Are you going to substitute for her?’ ‘Well, you stood up for your wife, so it''s only


    natural | do the same so you two don’t gang up on her," he rolled up his shirtsleeves and reached for the cup as he said this. He


    grabbed the dice and tossed them into the cup.


    Odell suddenly stopped him. "Wait a minute."


    John obliged. ‘What is it?" "Since we''re ying now, why not spice things up with a bet?"


    John seemed intrigued by this suggestion. "What sort of bet?"


    Odell smiled coyly. "Same asst time.”


    Last time?


    Sherry and Sylvia picked through their memories.


    Thest time they yed this game was probably a few years ago.


    Was it at the resort?


    Sherry had a drastic reaction when she recalled what happened thest time. She immediately objected, "No way-" "Sure," John


    answered resolutely and drowned out Sherry''s objection.


    Sherry red at him


    John turned to her with a smile that did not inspire much confidence." Don''t worry, | won''t lose."


    Odell''s reaction was rather reserved, but there was an undeniable wipe of smile that shed across his lips. In a way, it also


    seemed like he was offended by the show of disrespect.


    Suddenly, he turned to Sylvia and winked at her while reassuring her. "Don''t worry.”


    Sylvia gave him a look but remained silent all the way.


    With that, John kicked off the round, After shaking the cup, he mmed the cup on the tabletop.


    Odell called it, "Even."


    John lifted the cup. Five, five, four.


    He smiled and remarked, "Amazing, as expected from Master Cater." "You went easy on me." Odell took the cup this time and threw three dice inside it, then he proceeded to


    shake it and pressed the cup against the table, the same routine as every time


    He looked at John. "Master Stockton, please.”


    John shed a confident smile, looking graceful as always. Everything was under his control


    Sherry stared at him expectantly.


    Sylvia and Odell were eagerly waiting for him to call it


    Atst, he callled it, "Odds."


    Odell lifted the cup. Two, two, two. Even,


    An oppressing silence lingered in the air for a while. Odell was suppressing the urge to crack a smile


    Sylvia grimaced


    Sherry turned to John with a look of betrayal.