Chapter 136

"That's an impressive roll. You're bound to win this round!" someone nearby exclaimed, clearly awed.

Evelyn, however, didn’t even glance at her dice.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she lifted the cup.

Every pair of eyes in the booth snapped toward the dice, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"Oh my God!"

A ripple of shock spread through the crowd.

Dylan’s expression twisted in disbelief.

Evelyn had rolled a six.

Damn it!

A smug smile curled Evelyn’s lips as she raked her fingers through her shoulder-length auburn waves, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Looks like fortune favors me tonight."

Natalie and Alexander exchanged knowing glances, amusement flickering in their eyes.

From the very beginning, Natalie hadn’t been worried about Evelyn’s losing streak.

She knew better—Evelyn had been playing the long game, deliberately losing to lure Dylan into this high-stakes bet.

Nathan observed the scene unfold, his dark gaze locked onto Evelyn, unreadable yet intense.

A flicker of doubt crossed his mind.

Was that six sheer luck, or was there more to it? Was Evelyn actually skilled at this?

Dylan’s face went rigid the moment Evelyn revealed her roll, his jaw tightening as he stared at the dice in stunned silence.

Without a word, Evelyn reached for the bottle of whiskey and slid it toward Dylan with icy calm. "Mr. Reeves, bottoms up."

The booth plunged into heavy silence.

No one dared to speak, the air thick with tension.

Just the sight of the full bottle made everyone shift uncomfortably.

They all knew downing that much whiskey wouldn’t be easy.

Finally, Serena’s voice cut through the quiet, laced with false concern. "Mrs. Black, it’s just a game. No need to take it so seriously, right? A whole bottle seems… excessive, don’t you think?"

Evelyn chuckled softly, her gaze never leaving Dylan. "Mr. Reeves, are you scared to drink, or just unwilling?"

She tilted her head slightly, her smirk turning razor-sharp. "But don’t worry—I’m reasonable. Here’s an alternative: go downstairs, stand on the stage, and shout three times, ‘I’m a coward.’ Do that, and you won’t have to touch this bottle."

At her words, both Dylan’s and Serena’s faces darkened.

The others exchanged uneasy glances, unsure how to react to such a brutal ultimatum.

Evelyn’s demand was simple—yet utterly ruthless.