Remorse After Breaking Up



"Your words, not mine. You must own up to your words when you lose later," Sebastian reminded him.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Of course! I wouldn't renege on a bet! Stop dilly-dallying, and let's get on with it," Marcus impatiently remarked.

"Since you're so eager to call me 'sir,' I'll oblige."

Marcus remained disdainful. In his view, Sebastian was all talk and no action.

Others shared the same opinion. So when Sebastian went to lift the dice cup, not many bothered to watch.

However, the spectators' eyes widened in shock and disbelief when the cup was lifted. "What the heck? Is this even possible?" someone exclaimed in astonishment.

Everyone hurried to look, their expressions filled with incredulity.

"You lose!" Sebastian grinned at Marcus.

"What nonsense! Even if you had a stroke of luck and rolled three sixes, it would at most result in a tie with me," Marcus retorted, refusing to believe Sebastian's words. However, he was dumbfounded when he looked down.

All three dice on the table were split in half, resulting in each die totaling seven when combined, making it a total of 21

"We've won!" Zia, who had initially lacked the courage to look, became excited at this moment. Joseph was also so overwhelmed with emotion that tears streamed down his face. He felt more at ease in an instant.

"This doesn't count! You definitely cheated!" Marcus was furious. He couldn't accept the outcome before him.

Sebastian sneered. "Mr. Osborne, we never said you couldn't split the dice. You've lost, fair and square. Can't handle defeat?"

Marcus gritted his teeth in anger but couldn't answer Sebastian.

He had never imagined such a move was possible.

Although similar scenes existed in movies, they were just that movies. Splitting dice through the cup was inconceivable, even for a grandmaster.

Although Marcus suspected Sebastian tampered with the dice, he had no evidence to back his suspicions.

"Fine. You've won this round. You can have the woman!" Although unwilling, Marcus had no choice but to return Zia under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"Mr. Osborne, there's still one thing you haven't done. Hurry up and say it," Sebastian reminded him with a smirk.

All eyes turned to Marcus.

Marcus said he would call Sebastian "sir" if the latter didn't lose. Now that Sebastian had won, according to the agreement, Marcus had to call Sebastian "sir".

Marcus was so furious that smoke seemed to be coming out of his nostrils. "Don't push it."

"Push it?" Sebastian smirked. "You bet, you pay. Hurry up, or I'll call the Phaedra Island authorities to settle this."

A hint of fear flashed in Marcus' eyes. He could only begrudgingly mutter, "Sir."

It was barely audible, but the room was quiet enough for everyone to hear.

"Yes!" Sebastian promptly replied, his voice loud and confident. The room erupted into laughter as everyone struggled to contain themselves.