Chapter 356

Chapter 356:

However, as Madisyn slowly lifted her dice cup, revealing the dice underneath, the entire room fell into stunned silence. Just moments earlier, they had thought the only way Madisyn could win was if she somehow managed to get a six on each die—a near-impossible feat. But there they were, staring at six perfect sixes.

Wesley’s smug smile froze in place, his expression quickly shifting to one of disbelief. “How the hell is that possible?” he muttered, his voice filled with shock.

Norton, who had been mentally preparing for defeat, cast an approving glance at her. To his surprise, she had pulled off an incredible win.

Wesley glared at Madisyn, his face dark with frustration, but he forced himself to take a deep breath. “Fine, you win this round! But let’s make it a best of three!”

Norton frowned. “Wesley, you didn’t say that just now.”

“I must have forgotten to mention it earlier,” Wesley retorted defiantly. “Now, it’s the best of three.”

He was cheating blatantly! While Norton didn’t like Madisyn either, she was Andrew’s girlfriend, and this situation was starting to feel absurd. Would Andrew say something?

Norton glanced at Andrew, expecting him to intervene. But instead of anger or concern, Andrew’s gaze was fixed on Madisyn, filled with gentle affection that made it clear Wesley’s antics didn’t faze him in the least. It was as if Wesley wasn’t even worth his attention. Norton couldn’t help but wonder: was Andrew truly indifferent to the outcome, or did he have that much faith in Madisyn’s abilities?

Intrigued, he began to scrutinize her more closely. “Fine!” Madisyn agreed, her voice steady as she met Wesley’s unreasonable demand without flinching.

Wesley wasted no time, snatching up the cup with a determined look. He shook it vigorously, listening to the clatter of the dice inside, convinced that this time, victory would be his. Surely, Madisyn’s previous win was nothing more than a stroke of luck—there was no way she could repeat such a feat.

Wesley took extra care, ensuring each shake was precise, every move calculated. He raised the cup to his mouth and looked at Madisyn complacently. This time, he was certain he would win.

“I’ll go first!” Wesley announced, confidence lacing his words.

“Go ahead,” Madisyn replied, her tone cool and indifferent. Her serene expression, with features as refined as a painting, betrayed not a hint of concern.

Wesley felt the weight of the moment and took a deep breath before slowly lifting the cup. Inside his cup were six sixes.

His face lit up with satisfaction—he had just shown everyone his skill, and it was no fluke.

The crowd around him burst into praise. “Wesley, you’re incredible!”

“With talent like that, you could make a fortune in gambling!”

“Way to go, Wesley!”

Wesley basked in the admiration, confident in his abilities. His victory seemed inevitable—after all, how could Madisyn possibly surpass him? The best she could do was tie, and that was assuming she got lucky again. Wesley looked at Madisyn, his eyes gleaming with challenge. “Your turn!” he said, a smug grin on his face.

Madisyn met his gaze without flinching. Slowly, she reached for her cup and began to lift it. The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on the dice inside.

When the contents were revealed, the crowd’s reaction was even more stunned than before. They stared, mouths agape at the sight before them.

Inside Madisyn’s cup, there were six dice showing six, but one showed one.

This was just luck; it took pure strength and precision. Madisyn was skilled, and everyone knew it.

The room buzzed with shock, and Wesley was speechless, his earlier arrogance replaced by disbelief. The memory of his smugness moments ago felt like a slap in the face. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realized he had underestimated Madisyn.

“You’ve lost,” Madisyn’s voice was calm, yet it carried the weight of her victory.

The simple words cut through the tension, leaving Wesley to grapple with the sting of his defeat. For the first time, the young, arrogant Wesley had been outclassed—and he couldn’t hide his humiliation.

Wesley was stunned, his face burning with embarrassment as he gritted his teeth. “I’m a man of my word. I won’t back down. What do you want me to do?” He braced himself, ready for the consequences.

Norton, still reeling from the shock of Madisyn’s unexpected victory, stole a glance at Andrew. To his surprise, Andrew didn’t look surprised at all. Instead, a faint, satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth. It hit Norton then—Andrew had known all along how skilled Madisyn was. In his eyes, Wesley had been digging his own grave from the start. There had never been a need to intervene.

Madisyn was far from a mere beautiful accessory; she was formidable in her own right. Andrew wouldn’t be with someone unworthy. Despite this realization, Norton couldn’t shake the belief that Jada was still the better match for Andrew. But he had to concede that Madisyn was no pushover.

The crowd buzzed with tension, eagerly awaiting Madisyn’s response. Surely, she would demand something challenging, something that would force Wesley to submit to her authority.

When Madisyn finally spoke, her voice was calm, almost indifferent. “Dance, then.”

Wesley blinked, momentarily thrown off balance. Dance? That was it?

He pressed his lips together, feeling his earlier arrogance slip away under Madisyn’s serene, unwavering gaze. There was something disarming in her composure, something that made him feel a deep sense of shame. He had expected her to retaliate harshly, but instead, she chose something so simple, almost dismissive.

“Fine,” Wesley muttered, getting to his feet. “What kind of dance?”

“Whatever you like,” Madisyn replied, reclining elegantly on the sofa, her posture radiating an effortless power that left no room for defiance.

As Wesley prepared to dance, a wave of humiliation washed over him. He had been ready to face severe consequences, but this—this was almost worse. It wasn’t just a dance; it was an acknowledgment of the control Madisyn held over him. Madisyn’s demeanor had to be a result of being around Andrew for long. He couldn’t let himself be swayed—deep down, he believed Andrew’s wife should be Jada.

Determined to push those thoughts aside, Wesley stepped forward and played the music.

The tension in the room melted away as soon as he started dancing. To everyone’s surprise, Wesley was a natural on the dance floor. His movements were fluid, and his rebellious energy only added to the lively atmosphere. The crowd quickly got into it, applauding and cheering as the intense mood shifted into something far more lighthearted.

Andrew glanced at Madisyn, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Are you enjoying this?”

Madisyn took a sip of water, her expression cool and unbothered. “Yes, he’s actually quite amusing.”

Standing nearby, Norton choked on his drink at her response. If Wesley ever heard her call him “amusing,” he’d probably be furious. After all, Wesley was known to be quite fearsome—certainly not someone to be taken lightly. Yet here was Madisyn, brushing him off as if he weren’t worth her time.

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