As expected, Rosiley maintained her strength and won without doubt.
"How is it? Are you convinced?" Rosiley raised her chin and looked at Payton proudly.
Payton looked at the dice cup in his hand in disbelief. "This is too weird. Why do I always lose?"
After a few rounds, he lost. Compared with others, he didn't even win a single game.
Diego sighed and put his hand on Payton’s shoulder. He patted him and said, "Payton, you have my condolences."
After saying that, he, River, and Allen exchanged glances with each other. At the same time, they heaved a sigh of relief.
Originally, they thought they would be doomed because they hardly won, but fortunately, there was Payton taking the wooden spoon.
"Payton, accept your fate. Go." Rosiley saw that he was still immersed in the low mood as the loser, so she urged him.
Payton looked up at her with a sad expression and didn't say anything. He grabbed the wine bottle on the table, raised his head and took a big sip.
Then, he raised his hand and wiped his mouth heroically. He glimpsed at Diego and the others, and caught their gloating. He narrowed his eyes
and said, "You guys will have it coming sooner or later."
After saying that, he stood up, turned around and went outside.
Diego hurriedly chased after him. How could he miss such a good show?
After all, River and Allen were older, so they did not have the interest to follow. Anyway, the moment that kiddo Diego returned, he would definitely keep shouting and they would know about the situation.
"Rosiley, your skill of rolling dice is as good as Sachin's," River said with a smile.
"Is that so?" Rosiley turned to look at Sachin, "Sachin, are you good at it?"
Sachin smiled faintly and said, "Compared to you, I am worse.”
"Stop being modest. You are on par with Rosiley. None of us can beat you.”