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Chapter 135

Chapter 135:
Ryan’s face tightened, his gaze locked on the bottle.
He was clearly taken aback by Belinda’s words.
Drink a whole bottle of whiskey?
Was Belinda out of her mind?
Lucas, who had been observing the scene quietly, suddenly furrowed his brows, his voice low and disapproving as he turned to Belinda. “Belinda, do you really enjoy drinking that much?”
How could she propose such a reckless bet?
Or was it all part of a calculated move? Did she want to get herself drunk and use it as an excuse to pull something on him? The thought crossed Lucas’ mind, and he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, feeling like he had seen through Belinda’s plan.
But Belinda seemed oblivious to his words, her attention fixed on Ryan.
Her lips curved into a playful smirk as she taunted him, “What’s the matter, Mr. Adams? Afraid of losing? Or maybe you don’t dare to continue?”
She echoed his earlier words back at him, her voice light and filled with mockery.
“Come on, Ryan! Don’t back out now! Since Belinda is willing to do it, why are you afraid?”
“Exactly! Go for it!”
Mₒᵣₑ ᵤₚdₐₜₑₛ ᵢₙ gₐₗₙₒᵥₑₗₛ.𝒸ₒₘ
The words from the others made Ryan’s face darken with frustration.
He was caught in a tight spot now.
He had intended to get Belinda drunk, but he had not anticipated she would raise the stakes like this.
Since he had started this game, he couldn’t back down—not without losing face.
He couldn’t let Belinda look down on him.
Besides, after seeing how things had gone so far, he was sure he could win this final round.
Taking a deep breath, Ryan finally spoke, his voice resolute. “Alright! One last round to decide the winner!”
“Let’s do it then,” Belinda replied, her tone still light, but there was a spark of challenge in her eyes.
Without another word, she was the first to pick up the dice cup, shaking it expertly.
This time, both of them took their time, the tension thickening as they shook the dice cups.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
The sharp sounds of the dice cups being slammed onto the table echoed through the room.
Ryan quickly glanced at his dice, a small sigh of relief escaping him as he removed his cup.
He rolled a five.
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