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Chapter 123
Chapter: 123 It was hard to resist his infectious enthusiasm.
“So, are we a team?” Millie pointed towards Marcus, still unable to forget what she had overheard. She realized she was paired up with Marcus.
It was true. Everyone else had arrived at the party with their female partners, and it was evident they were grouped accordingly, leaving Millie and Marcus as the odd pair.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“If you don’t want to be on a team with me, then we can be on separate teams. Just to be clear, the loser should bear the consequence,” Marcus retorted, detecting Millie’s reluctance to partner up with him. A hint of disdain curled his lips.
Millie was left speechless.
She hadn't explicitly expressed her aversion to teaming up with him. She was merely seeking clarification.
“[ won't be a sore loser, so fine, countin. Just go ahead and play. I'll be a team of one.”
Determined not to be underestimated, Millie felt a surge of motivation as she took her place.
Delmor observed the two of them closely, preparing for the gahead.
“Millie, what will your penalty be if you lose? Drinking juice is too easy for you, isn’t it? That's hardly a punishment,” he remarked. Millie glanced at the assortment of beverages on the counter and pondered for a moment.
“Here’s the deal: if | lose, I’ll do squats. Three minutes for each loss. That should be a decent punishment, right?” she suggested. “Three minutes is too short. Make it five,” Marcus countered mercilessly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Alright, five minutes it is. How does the gwork?” Millie clenched her teeth and nodded, secretly resolving that she wouldn't squat no matter how many minutes were assigned.
Shaking dice didn’t intimidate her. She used to work in a casino and could judge the number of points based on the sound alone. Marcus picked up a die and outlined the rules.
“Let's keep it simple. We'll shake this one die, and the person with the highest number wins. If you can consistently achieve the highest number among everyone, we each drink five glasses at a time. And if you lose, you squat for five minutes.
How does that sound?” he proposed.
Millie nodded, intrigued by the idea of getting five drinks in a row if she managed to shake the highest number. It was a challenge she was willing to take on.
Today, she would show these guys that women couldn’t be easily underestimated. “Delmor, you start on your end,” Millie instructed with a smirk.
Delmor’s face registered a mix of surprise and anticipation. It seemed that tonight’s gwas going to be quite interesting.