"We agreed on the rules at the beginning, willing to gamble and admit defeat. Now she's lost, yet no one owns up to it. Is this fair?"
Landon Lockwood sneered.
"Using the Jennings Family's dining skills to bully someone who's just playing casually? If you're not ashamed, even I can't stand it."
The words "Jennings Family's dining skills" were bitten into with great emphasis, as if unveiling an old scar.
"She was just here with friends to relax, but you used those means to force her to strip, Clara Jennings, is this your upbringing?"
The air suddenly tightened, the smell of gunpowder rising.
The originally somewhat noisy and boozy box quickly fell into dead silence.
The few men looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.
Glances darted back and forth among them, yet they all tacitly avoided looking in Landon Lockwood's direction.
Eventually, they pushed Joshua York out to one side.
A few people quietly took half a step back.
