"Blackie, what are you dawdling for!"
Lucas Foster turned his head impatiently.
But when he saw the dice's outcome, he was stunned into disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Impossible!"
"I had rigged it... How is this happening!"
On the Table of Devil, three dice lay quietly, all showing the same number.
Three, three, three.
A triple!
"It's actually a triple! Darius, you... you won!"
Aurora Hartwell's eyes widened in disbelief, joy dancing in her gaze.
"It wasn't me who won."
Darius gently held her hand, his face soft with warmth, "We won."
"Damn, am I seeing this right? How is this possible!"
Alexander Hartwell exclaimed in shock, his mind reeling from the scene.
A triple, with only a two percent chance of occurring, had actually been called by Darius!
"He must have cheat
