Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride

Chapter 54 Playing Dice

Chapter 54 Playing Dice

Blanche shook her head.

"I can't drink. You guys go ahead."

"It's okay if you can't drink. We can punish you in other ways if you lose. Come on, it's boring for you to sit alone." Nicky enthusiastically arranged.

It was hard to refuse such kindness.

"Are we a team?" Blanche pointed at Louis, not forgetting what she had heard earlier. She and Louis were a team.

But it made sense. Everyone else came with their female companions, so naturally, they would be in teams, leaving her and Louis alone.

"If you don't want to be on the same team as me, we'll each be on our own. But let me make it clear first. The loser shouldn't be a sore loser."

Louis understood what Blanche meant and sneered in disdain.

Blanche was speechless.

She didn't say she didn't want to be on the same team as him, and she just wanted to confirm.

"Anyway, I can handle losing. Fine, count me in. Let's play. I'll be my own team."

Blanche was the least fond of being looked down upon, so her fighting spirit was ignited and she sat down.

Nicky carefully sized up the two of them and began to prepare excitedly.

"Blanche, if you lose, what should the punishment be? We'll drink, but you can't just drink juice, right? The punishment is too light."

Blanche glanced at the various alcoholic drinks on the table and shifted her gaze.

"Alright, if I lose once, I'll squat down for three minutes. Is that punishment okay?"

"Three minutes is too short, five minutes." Louis heartlessly added.

"Fine, five minutes then. How do we play?" Blanche gritted her teeth and nodded, secretly thinking that she wouldn't lose no matter how many minutes it would be.

Shaking dice didn't scare her. She had worked in a casino before and could tell the number she rolled just by the sound.

Louis picked up a die and announced the game rules.

"The game is simple. Just roll this die. Whoever rolls the highest number wins. Here's the deal. If you roll the highest number every time, we each drink five glasses of wine. If you lose, you squat for five minutes. How about that?"

Blanche nodded. As long as she could roll the highest number, they would each have to drink five glasses of wine. This idea was good. She would impress these people today.

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"Nicky, you go first."

Nicky looked shocked. There was a good show to watch tonight.

Thud...

The sound of dice hitting the dice cup rang out in a series.

Nicky's dice-shaking actions were cool and smooth. When the cup was opened, Blanche became serious.

Nicky deliberately only opened a small crack, leaving everyone in suspense.

But then he fully opened it.

"It's a one..."

Blanche was speechless.

No wonder others turned a blind eye to his cool actions. This number was a letdown compared to the smoothness of his movements.

Daniel couldn't help but laugh.

"You just focused on being cool, but the truth is disappointing."

"What the hell!" Nicky slapped his thigh, frustrated to the point of cramping.

A few seconds later, Daniel stopped laughing and took the dice cup to shake it.

He opened it, revealing a four.

This number was not small.

Then, another person also got a four.

Now it was Blanche's turn. If she got a five, her chances of winning would be high.

She had confidence. Tightening her grip on the dice cup, she lifted it up, making a rhythmic sound. Her movements were smooth.

After shaking it a few times, Blanche felt something was off. The dice were not ordinary, and it was not easy to shake.

Blanche shook them more than thirty times before frowning and putting them down.

Throughout the process, she noticed that Louis was coldly watching her, not taking her seriously at all.

Blanche pouted. Although shaking it was difficult, she still had confidence that the number would not be small.

Sure enough, when she opened it, it was a five, currently the highest number.

Nicky widened his eyes, carefully inspected the number, and applauded.

"Blanche, you are amazing. It's the highest number so far."

Blanche raised her chin with a confident expression on her face.

"It's a piece of cake. I've played it before."

"Louis, it's your turn now." Nicky looked at Louis, the last person who hadn't played yet.

Louis had no expression on his face. He placed his hand on the dice cup and lifted it up, shaking it only twice before putting it down.

Blanche was processing how she got a five when Louis finished shaking.

Blanche was surprised by how casual he was.

But then she thought that it was fine to be casual. She saw Louis shaking the dice cup twice without showing any real skill. Her chances of winning were high.

The next second, Louis removed the dice cup, revealing a five.

Blanche was stunned, making sure she wasn't seeing things. It was indeed a five.

How could this be?

She had meticulously shaken the dice more than thirty times to confirm a large number, while Louis casually shook it twice and got a five. It was unfair.

Either Louis had really good luck or he was a master.

"Tie."

Blanche nodded. In a tie, at least no one lost.

"Since it's a tie, you don't have to drink, and I don't have to squat. Everyone wins."

Louis shook his head.

"No, a tie means everyone loses. We drink, and you squat."

Louis picked up a glass of wine from the table, smirking. Others followed suit. Tonight, he would teach Blanche, this heartless woman, a lesson.

Blanche licked her dry lips. What was going on?