Chapter 1351: Chapter 1351: Her Luck Today Is Too Bad Chapter 1351: Chapter 1351: Her Luck Today Is Too Bad “Enna, it’s your turn.”
It was Enna Clark’s turn to roll the die again.
This ti, Enna wasn’t as carefree as before. She furrowed her brows and picked up the dice.
Sotis it seed that the more you wished to avoid sothing, the more likely it was to happen.
She threw a 3.
Adam Sinclair moved her crystal figurine three steps, then turned cheerfully to Baron Lawrence and said, “Baron, 1.5 million.”
1.5… million?
Enna inhaled sharply as she saw her figurine land exactly on a spot illustrated with flas. It read, “Injury dical expenses 150, and rest one turn.”
So in the ti it took for her to roll the dice twice, she had already lost 1.65 million? And this was just the beginning?
At this rate, going broke was a normal outco.
Baron Lawrence seed completely unconcerned as he threw another golden Chip into the pot. “Continue!”
Adam Sinclair smiled as if the money was already in his pocket. “Can’t continue, your Enna is too lucky today, you have to rest for a round.”
After he spoke, he intentionally stepped on Enna’s sore spot, yet his deanor remained damnably elegant, “Enna, keep it up, strive on! Whether I get rich or not, it’s up to you.”
Before his words finished, a sharp pain suddenly twisted through his thigh under the table. His smile twisted for a mont, and he glanced at the woman beside him who held a die in one hand and twisted his thigh with the other under the table. His head felt like it was splitting.
Had he been too indulgent with this woman, letting her run wild to the point of daring to twist the thigh of a major backer so ruthlessly?
Olivia Lewis seed oblivious to Adam Sinclair’s warning look, with a glamorous smile on her lips as if she wasn’t the one twisting soone beneath the table. She cheerily said, “My turn, my turn. Enna, watch win it back for you!”
After she’d twisted enough, she finally let go of Adam Sinclair’s thigh and reached out to pick up the dice cup with both hands, shaking it boldly.
Clang, clang, clang… With a thunk, she set it heavily on the table and lifted the cup, “Six.”
As she spoke, she moved the crystal figurine she shared with Adam Sinclair forward six steps. Her figurine landed perfectly on a picture filled with blooming flowers, making her jump up in excitent, “Adam, collect the money!”
Her tone didn’t at all resemble that of a wealthy patron and a Star.
It sounded more like a Star and a little assistant.
Many eyes at the table looked at them in surprise, leaving Adam Sinclair suddenly feeling very out of place. His smile twitched weakly, but dutifully and affectionately, he reached into the box and took back the 1.5 million in Chips that Enna had just lost and placed them in front of her.
Olivia Lewis didn’t even glance at him, not caring whether he had face or not. She shook the Chips in her hand and winked at Enna Clark, mouthing, “I’ll return them later.”
“…” Enna didn’t know how to respond to her boldness.
Luckily, out of respect for Adam Sinclair, nobody said anything. After a round, Adam Sinclair’s team had brought in 1.5 million, Rupert Harris had lost 750 thousand, and various others had lost a bit. Overall, more was lost than won.
Since Enna needed to rest for a round because of the number she rolled, she watched them play another round.
Today, Olivia was particularly lucky, ending up as the big winner again.
After three rounds, the Chips in front of her were worth 18 million.
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