After making his point, Remington turned to face Rodrigo, saying, “Rodrigo, this time you’ve really crossed the line.


    Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my strict rules about gambling with lives on this ship?”


    Rodrigo’s expression shifted noticeably.


    Faced with Remington, he had no option but to admit his mistake, “I apologize, Mr.


    Lyons.


    I acted too rashly.


    ”


    Bryson, with a mocking grin, leaned back in his chair casually.


    Looking up at Remington, he remarked, “Just be honest if you can’t handle it.


    I won’t mock you, Mr.


    Lyons.


    ”


    Remington’s smile vanished as he fixed his gaze on Bryson, his lips forming a tight, straight line.


    “Alright, I’m in for the bet.


    ”


    “Sure thing,” Bryson responded, his face breaking into a grin.


    Across the gambling table, Remington sat down, his expression easygoing.


    “Mr.


    Mitchell, you don’t beat around the bush.


    One round, and the winner takes it all.


    Let’s roll the dice and see who gets the higher number.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    ”


    At Remington’s deration, the crowd around the table dispersed.


    Only a handful of people remained near the table, including Hannah.


    Remington, seated at the table, gently held Hannah’s hand, looking up at her with warmth in his eyes.


    “Don’t worry.


    I’ve got this.


    Hannah returned his look with a soft smile, easing her hand out of his grasp.


    “I trust you, Mr.


    Lyons.


    ”


    With a nod, Remington let go of her hand and ced the dice cup on the table.


    He looked towards Bryson and invited, “Your turn.


    ”


    Bryson, with a slight lift of his eyebrows, took hold of the cup.


    As he ced the cup on the table, the room went silent, everyone’s attention fixed on it.


    Several leaned in, eager for a closer look.


    Hannah, too, watched intently, her heart racing.


    Her hands were damp with nervousness.


    She had faith in Bryson’s victory, yet anxiety gnawed at her.


    She looked down, concealing the worry in her eyes, her hands clenched tight.


    Meanwhile, Bryson, about to reveal the dice, paused and shot Hannah a sly, teasing grin.


    “Miss Moore, who’s your bet on?”


    Caught off guard, Hannah’s gaze snapped back to Bryson.


    The man was waiting eagerly for her decision.


    Bryson caught Hannah’s eye and she grinned.


    “My bet’s on Mr.


    Lyons.


    ”


    Remington’s grin widened.


    Gazing intently at Hannah, he uttered in a warm, friendly tone, “Your confidence in me is much appreciated, Miss Moore.


    ”


    With those words, he grabbed the dice cup and gave it a shake.