Chapter 241

"Then I'll go with low," Arnold declared, his voice calm but defiant. It was clear he intended to oppose Felicia at every turn. If she picked high, he'd pick low. Arnold's friends were among the crowd of young socialites. They laughed, tossing their chips onto the table. They weren't there for the winnings. To them, this was entertainment, a way to support their friend while watching Felicia lose her composure. They fully expected to see her flustered and embarrassed by the end of the round. The dealer rang the bell, signaling the end of bets. The cover lifted to reveal the roll—4-5-5. High! Felicia won. A pile of chips quickly stacked up in front of her. She smirked at Arnold, her eyes brimming with challenge. "Do you wanna go another round?" "Bring it on!" Arnold snorted. His pride stung. "That was just the first round. Beginner's luck." A new round began. Felicia placed her bet on high again, doubling down without hesitation. Still fuming, Lucas didn't hesitate.