He usually wasn't interested in these lively games, yet today he surprisingly agreed.
Vivian Sinclair originally wanted to decline with a wave of her hand.
But Wyatt Morgan wouldn't let her go and kept persuading her insistently.
"Come on, come on, it's not difficult, just for fun."
Unable to refuse and unwilling to dampen everyone's spirits, she finally sat down with a flushed face.
Elara Joyce had clearly played this kind of game many times before, moving with practiced precision as if she had rehearsed countless times.
She shuffled the cards and placed them lightly in the center of the table.
Then she picked up the empty glass bottle on the table and smiled.
"Alright, who wants to spin first?"
The bottle on the table was spun by someone, and after a few turns, it slowly slowed down.
Finally, the mouth of the bottle stopped pointing at Wyatt Morgan.
"Wyatt, draw a card."
Elara Joyce extended her hand to pass the card over.
