Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 159

“Oh dear, all I have left is this dress. Do you still want to continue, Mr. Ward?” Yvonne asked, batting her eyelashes coquettishly.

“Continue, continue!” he shouted eagerly.

Yvonne kept shaking the dice cup, round after round, until Mr. Ward was so drunk he was slurring his words.

“High! High! No, wait, low!”

“It’s high. You lose again, Mr. Ward,” Yvonne said with a smile, refilling his glass.

He was practically passed out on the table, but at the sound of her voice, he struggled to lift his head. “Drink, drink!” he mumbled.

Yvonne brought the full glass to him. “Go on, Mr. Ward, drink up.”

He was completely gone, his bloated face flushed, his eyes unfocused.

Yvonne’s smile never wavered. “What’s wrong? Not drinking? Well then, let me help you.”

With that, she flung the entire glass of cold liquor into his face.

Mr. Ward shuddered, his eyes flying open as if he was about to erupt, but he was too drunk to move. He couldn’t even form a word before he slumped back in his seat, completely unconscious.

Sticky liquor dripped from his face and hair onto his clothes, leaving him a pathetic, sodden mess.

A hush fell over the room. No one was stupid; they all realized Yvonne had been playing him the entire time.

To Mr. Ward’s left sat a young, wealthy heir; to his right, Thomas.

The splashed liquor had inevitably hit them both.

The young heir was about to say something, but Thomas spoke first. “Ms. Jones, you’ve hit an innocent bystander.”

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