Chapter 80
Flora was outrageously bold.
Tim sneered, his gaze circling Flora several times. “Just don’t start crying later.”
“We’ll see who cries.” Flora smiled, casually picking up the cup.
Somehow, everyone felt a shift in her aura.
Her hand, holding the cup, shook rhythmically. Across from her, Tim’s eyes snapped open in astonishment. He was taken aback by her technique, which resembled that of a seasoned pro. To his horror, he realized he couldn’t predict the outcome of the dice.
Flora slammed the cup down with a grin, “Your turn.”
Tim frowned, puzzled by her sudden transformation. He quickly composed himself, dismissing it as overthinking.
As he grabbed the cup, his flashy technique dazzled onlookers.
“Wow, Tim’s so cool when he shakes the cup!”
“You can tell Tim’s a pro. I heard he’s been into games since he was a kid. By eighteen, he was famous online for his card skills.”
“Ha, Flora’s done for!”
1 can’t wait to see her strip!”
“Though I’m not a fan of hers, she’s got a great figure. I’m gonna take pictures!”
“Think shell cry?”
Mocking laughter filled the air, yet Flora appeared unbothered, leisurely sipping her juice.
Aaron, pale–faced after vomiting, leaned against the wall upon entering. He heard the ongoing conversation and grasped the situation. Clutching his stinging stomach, he awaited Flora’s humiliation. He planned to swoop in to help her. Women loved such drama, Flora would surely return to him then.
Tim put down the cup, reveling in the compliments and the mockery directed at Flora. He smirked confidently.
He was sure of his victory. He didn’t even need to lift the cup to know his outcome.
“You show yours first” He gestured to Flora with a tilt of his chin, full of pride.
Flora raised her hand. “Nah, you first.”
If she insisted, so be it!
Although he couldn’t quite catch Flora’s numbers, he was certain his total was higher. Tim unveiled the cup to reveal four sixes and a five.
“Holy cow! Tim’s amazing!”
“Flora’s definitely lost!”
“Start stripping! Hahaha!”
Flora scanned the eager faces around her. Some were already poised with phones for photos. Their disdainful expressions mirrored those from her past life.
Her lips curled into a wider grin, her hand lifting the cup-
The previous laughter and taunts choked in their throats as they saw the numbers. The room fell eerily silent.
Pairs of eyes stared in disbelief at the five sixes, dumbfounded.
Even Tim’s eyes bulged.
How’s this possible!
Flora shrugged, her grin widening. “Sorry, got a bit lucky.”
Then, her gaze landed on Carina, the implication clear.
Canna’s face paled, but they had indeed lost. With so many witnesses, backing out wasn’t an option.
She inhaled deeply, removing her jacket. Beneath it, she wore a T–shirt, Losing a plece of clothing was no big deal.
She didn’t think Flora would remain this lucky.
“Carina, don’t worry. Il win it back next round!” Tim declared, brimming with confidence.
