Remorse After Breaking Up



Without missing a beat, Marcus grabbed the dice cup and put on another show.

After a minute, he placed the cup on the table. He slowly lifted it, revealing three dice

stacked on top of each other, with just one dot visible on the top one.

"Mr. Osborne is truly amazing. He hasn't made even one misstep. He's the god of gambling."

"Absolutely! Gambling with Mr. Osborne is just asking for trouble. Don't even bother coming if you're not wearing two pairs of underwear."

The crowd nodded in agreement.

Even Sebastian had to admit that Marcus' gambling skills were indeed superb.

Zia was nervously sweating. Sebastian had only won by using special means before, but now, with the rules changed, he couldn't rely on the same trick. She didn't know if Sebastian could do it this time.

"It's your turn. Quit stalling," Marcus taunted as he pushed the dice cup toward Sebastian.

Sebastian, not one to waste time, grabbed the cup and began shaking it. Just like last time, he shook it a few times and stopped.

"This punk's definitely going to lose. Based on my years of experience, those three dice are definitely not stacked together."

"Exactly. While I may not be as precise as Mr. Osborne, I can still make a decent guess. It can't possibly be just one."

Zia, already anxious, felt completely resigned upon hearing the crowd's comments. She felt like a balloon losing its air.

Joseph sighed heavily, his face filled with sorrow.

Surprisingly, Sebastian laughed as he slowly lifted the dice cup.

The next moment, the crowd's eyes widened again. The stunned expressions on their faces were as if they had seen a ghost.

"What the heck? How is this even possible?"

When Marcus saw the pile of powder on the table, he, too, was dumbfounded.

Instead of dice, there was only a pile of powder on the table.

"You cheated!" Marcus pointed at Sebastian. He was so angry he was shaking.

Sebastian smirked sarcastically. "Mr. Osborne, we didn't specify any rules beforehand. Now I have nothing, and you have one dot. The outcome is clear."

"He's right. While there's suspicion of trickery, it's within the rules."

"Indeed, this guy is amazing. He actually turned dice into powder. I wonder how he did it." Everyone was curious.

The people who came here were all extraordinary, with at least half being warriors and some even grandmasters. Turning dice into powder was easy, but doing it through the dice cup was as difficult as reaching the sky.

"Mr. Osborne, you lost. From now on, your sister is mine," Sebastian declared, then looked at Yvette with a smirk. "Ms. Osborne, clean yourself up later and come to my room tonight."

Yvette was both shocked and furious. "Marcus, what the hell are you doing? You need to figure out a way to win me back."© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

This was on Phaedra Island's ship; losing meant acceptance. If Sebastian took her back to his room, no one could stop him, or it would mean challenging Phaedra Island's authority.

"Hahaha..."

"What a joke. Mr. Osborne went for wool and came back shorn. He lost the woman he won, and now he lost his sister."

"Marcus, if your father finds out you lost your sister, he'll probably break your legs." The crowd teased and laughed, their mocking voices echoing.