CHAPTER 72

This overwhelming surge of excitement flooded Luna’s being, threatening to burst forth from deep within her. “You can roll a six with your eyes closed. How did you make a mistake?” Delmor expressed his confusion.

After briefly glancing at Luna, Preston chose not to explain. Instead, he reached for a glass of wine beside him, drinking it as a testament to his loss.

“Luna, you may rise now.”

Luna nodded, rubbing her calves. She struggled to stand, her legs trembling.

Seeking immediate respite, Luna gravitated toward the nearest sofa, sinking onto it, using a pillow to shield her trembling legs. Having squatted for thirty minutes, Luna had her back glistening with sweat, her fingertips trembling.

She bit her lower lip, stealing a glance at Preston, who continued to drink with a calm countenance, unfazed by his loss.

It became evident to Luna that Preston possessed a mastery of dice rolling. If his goal was to win, he would not experience defeat.

Preston pulled a gold lighter from his sui