Chapter 604
Chapter 604:
“Alright then! Let’s move ahead. Maia, you start again p>
Yet, in the rounds that followed, Elvira found herself caught in a losing streak. Maxwell played like he had Lady Luck wrapped around his finger. Each time, he rolled the highest number, sometimes even a flawless triple six, as if fate itself had been bribed.
For a fleeting moment, Elvira suspected that Maxwell was using trickery. But after checking the dice and the cup with hawk-eyed precision, she found nothing unusual.
She hadn’t been utterly defeated, but she had clearly lost her grip on the reins. To make matters worse, whenever Chris or Maia ended up on the losing side, Maxwell lobbed them the easiest of softballs — questions so dull that they might’ve put a baby to sleep.
“Wow, I’m on fire today! Let’s keep playing, everyone. Don’t look so grim. It’s just a game!” Maxwell said smugly, twirling the dice between his fingers as if they obeyed his very will.
Elvira’s temper flared like dry kindling catching fire. “Don’t get too full of yourself. If you lose later, I won’t go easy on you p>
Maxwell responded with a nonchalant shrug, unfazed. “I’ll be waiting p>
It was then that Maia started to put the puzzle pieces together. Chris’s earlier calm hadn’t been casual — it had been calculated. He clearly knew all along that Maxwell had skills hidden up his sleeve.
Chris leaned toward her, his voice low and teasing, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “What do you think? Think Maxwell’s luck will run out next round p>
They were so close that Maia could feel the brush of his breath tickling her ear. The warmth of it sent a shiver racing down her spine. Few in that room knew the truth: Maxwell was the hidden heir of the Payne family from Drakmire — a dynasty steeped in the world of gambling. He’d grown up walking the floors of glittering casinos, learning to master the art of dice from childhood. For him, this game was child’s play.
Meanwhile, Elvira’s mood darkened with every passing moment. She watched Chris inch closer and closer to Maia, whispering to her with the ease of someone who’d done it a hundred times.
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To Elvira, Chris had never been a man of virtue. And Maxwell? Probably cut from the same cloth. Surely, he was some slick gambler raised in smoky dens, not someone winning by chance. How else could he keep trumping her round after round?
If things continued this way, her carefully laid plans would unravel completely, all thanks to Maxwell.
With a pointed look, she turned toward him. “Mr. Payne, the game’s losing its charm with your endless wins. Sure, your luck is uncanny tonight, but your questions? They’re like yesterday’s soup — bland and forgettable. How about this? If you win the next round, let me ask the question instead p>
Anticipating resistance, Elvira decided to sweeten the pot. She leaned in, handing him a glass of wine, her tone soft and laced with persuasion. “It’s just a little favor, Maxwell. You won’t turn me down, will you? Ask anyone here — your questions haven’t exactly set the room on fire p>
Then, lowering her voice to a whisper only he could hear, she added with a sly glint in her eye, “And if you agree… I’ll give you a full medical check-up tomorrow p>
That made Maxwell pause. He sucked in a sharp breath. This was no ordinary offer. Elvira wasn’t just any doctor — she was the top-tier healer from Drakmire. Even the wealthiest families there had to wait in line for her attention. And truth be told, Maxwell knew his questions so far had been far too tame.
He instinctively glanced at Chris, then exhaled and said, “Alright. Let’s hear your question first. If it’s good enough, I might just go along with it p>
Seeing that he hadn’t flatly rejected her, Elvira wasted no time. She leaned back with a victorious gleam and laid out her plan. “Let’s raise the stakes. Next round, the loser has to carry out the dare — no dodging it by drinking, no backing out. Fair p>