Chapter 135

Nathan's jaw clenched, his piercing gaze fixed on the whiskey bottle.

He was visibly stunned by Evelyn's bold challenge.

A whole bottle of whiskey?

Had Evelyn lost her mind?

Nathan, who had been silently observing the exchange, suddenly frowned. His voice was low and edged with disapproval as he turned to Evelyn. "Evelyn, do you even realize what you're suggesting?"

Was she seriously proposing such a reckless bet?

Or was this all part of some calculated scheme? Did she intend to get herself drunk just to manipulate the situation? The thought flickered through Nathan's mind, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had just uncovered her hidden motives.

But Evelyn paid him no attention, her focus entirely on Dylan.

A mischievous smirk curled her lips as she taunted him, her voice dripping with mockery. "What's wrong, Mr. Reeves? Scared you'll lose? Or maybe you just don't have the guts to go through with it?"

She threw his own words back at him, her tone light but laced with challenge.

The crowd around them erupted in jeers and encouragement.

"Come on, Dylan! Don't chicken out now!"

"Yeah, if Evelyn's willing, why can't you?"

The pressure mounted, and Dylan's expression darkened with frustration.

He had walked right into a trap.

His original plan had been to get Evelyn drunk, but he hadn't expected her to escalate things like this.

Now, he was cornered.

Backing down would mean losing face, and he couldn't let Evelyn—or anyone else—think he was weak.

Besides, after everything that had happened so far, he was confident he could win this final round.

Taking a deep breath, Dylan finally spoke, his voice firm. "Fine. One last round to decide the winner."

Evelyn's smirk widened. "Let's get to it, then."

Without hesitation, she snatched up the dice cup, shaking it with practiced ease.

This time, both of them took their time, the tension thickening with every movement.

The sharp clack of the dice cups hitting the table echoed through the room.

Dylan peeked at his roll first, exhaling in quiet relief as he lifted his cup.

He had rolled a five.