"Raise the stwake?" Ainsley tilted her head. She looked at Evan with suspicion in her eyes.
What is this old dude trying to do again? Is this one of his tricks? Did he intentionally lose only to raise my morale and make me bet higher, and then he will beat me?
Even though Ainsley believed that her luck ability was unbeatable in this kind of gambling game, she didn't dare to be conceited.
What if Evan had a far stronger ability up his sleeve? For example...the ability to control time...pause it, and then change the dice position…
Since Neil, his son had a time-related ability, as the father, he should have one too, right? Someone said that most unique abilities were inherited…
Alas, Evan didn't know what's in Ainsley's mind at all. With all resolve to lose, the middle-aged dude tapped his armchair.
