Chapter 134

The room fell into stunned silence for a heartbeat, everyone frozen by her audacious move.

"Damn, that's bold!" Dylan Reeves exclaimed, clearly impressed by Evelyn Hartley's fearless gesture.

Nathan Black's sharp gaze flickered with intrigue as he studied Evelyn before murmuring, "Let's keep going."

And so, the next round began.

This time, it was Dylan who lost.

Without hesitation, he threw back his shot in one smooth motion. But as the whiskey burned down his throat, his face twisted briefly in discomfort, his fingers tightening around the glass.

The game continued.

Before long, Evelyn had already downed five shots, while Dylan had only managed one.

The others watched in silent astonishment, their eyes wide with disbelief.

More specifically, they were stunned by Evelyn.

No one had expected her to be this fearless—or to handle her liquor with such effortless grace.

This wasn’t some watered-down cocktail—it was straight whiskey, and she had already polished off five shots.

Yet, her expression remained perfectly composed.

She didn’t even seem fazed.

Watching Evelyn drink with such ease, Nathan’s brows furrowed slightly, his dark eyes lingering on her, but he remained silent.

"Bravo, Mrs. Black," Dylan said with a low chuckle, clearly entertained. He grabbed the dice cup again, eager to continue. "Come on, let’s keep this going!"

"Wait," Evelyn suddenly said, her voice cool but firm, halting the game.

Dylan arched a brow, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "What’s wrong, Mrs. Black? Getting cold feet? Or are you afraid you can’t keep up?"

Evelyn merely tilted her head, a slow, dangerous smile curving her lips as she met his gaze. "I just think drinking shot by shot is getting boring. Why don’t we raise the stakes?"

With that, she casually slid an unopened bottle of whiskey onto the table between them. "One final round. Winner takes all. Loser drinks the entire bottle. What do you say?"

Her words hung in the air like a challenge, and for a moment, the entire booth fell into shocked silence.

Everyone stared at her, their expressions a mix of disbelief and awe.

Was Evelyn serious?

That was a full bottle of whiskey.

And she wanted the loser to drink it all?

This wasn’t just a game anymore.

This was war.