The scene before him didn't surprise him in the slightest.
In fact, a thought emerged from the depths of his heart.
This is how it should be.
Cora Lowell tilted her head slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering softly, showing a trace of childlike confusion on her face.
She blinked, pretending not to understand, and asked, "Is it that difficult?"
Clara Jennings suddenly stood up, looking incredulous, her eyes wide as saucers.
As if struck by a sudden thought, her pupils contracted sharply, and with a fierce look, she raised her trembling hand.
"You're someone without background, without experiences, and you come from an unremarkable family. How could you possibly beat me!"
"This is obviously fake! You had Lockwood help you cheat! Didn't you!"
Her voice echoed in the private room, almost piercing the eardrums.
How could an ordinary person, just holding a dice cup, precisely control the numbers!
Those were tiny dice, for goodness' sake.
