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Chapter 127

Chapter: 127 Rubbing her numb heels with one hand, she felt a twinge of pain in her stomach.

The gcontinued with an uncanny similarity to previous rounds. This time, both Millie and Marcus rolled a five, resulting in another tie.

Calmly, they continued their leisure drinking. Every tMillie almost finished squatting, a new round cto an end. Millie felt an increasing ache within her being. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead, sweat pouring down her face. “Shall we continue?”

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Marcus glanced at Millie before the start of the new round.

Millie’s cheeks reddened, her feet subtly shuffling in an attempt to alleviate the strain and numbness.

Although visibly uncomfortable, she refused to concede willingly.

“Of course. | refuse to believe | can only roll one or two,” Delmor declared with determination.

After three rounds, Delmor rolled two ones and a two, resolute in his determination to achieve a higher number.

Millie clenched her teeth, glaring at Delmor.

After another three grueling rounds, Millie felt her frustration reaching its breaking point. No matter what number she rolled, Marcus matched it effortlessly. She was unable to emerge victorious or escape his influence.

Millie felt her legs were no longer under her control. Her face flushed with exertion, yet her lips paled. Sensing the onset of hypoglycemia, Millie reached for the nearby juice and took a sip.

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She acknowledged that victory in this round was beyond her grasp. Her arms ached, and even though she rolled a six, she knew Marcus would do the same. It felt like a foregone conclusion.

Tonight, her legs would pay the price.

In that moment, Millie realized she was completely outmatched by Marcus’ dice skills. Each the matched her roll, it was not a mere coincidence but a deliberate choice, further deepening her sense of defeat.

Marcus shook the dice cup, then set it aside. Millie averted her gaze, unable to face the harsh reality.

“Fivel”

“Damn it! You've lost!”

Millie’s excitement soared. She looked at the dice, rubbed her eyes, and confirmed that it indeed displayed a five.

She had won! Finally, she had emerged victorious!