As the amount of money lost began to increase, the other players gradually became more serious, almost all their attention focused on the game.
There were only three men in the room who remained calm and composed, as if the chips they were losing weren't real money at all.
One was Adam Sinclair; since Olivia was on a winning streak, he clearly wasn't going to lose tonight.
One was Rupert Harris, who casually lit a Marlboro. It seemed he didn't care how Emily Goldsmith played.
And then there was the man beside her!
Compared to Rupert Harris and Adam Sinclair, he was even more composed. Leaning back in a tatami chair, he lazily swirled the brandy in his hand with one hand holding a couple of crystal chips, ready to be thrown at any moment. His obsidian-like eyes exuded an aura of dominating nobility.
"Enna, it's your turn,"
Enna Clark picked up the dice and threw them.
Adam Sinclair seemed particularly enjoy counting her rolls, "Another 6."
