Remorse After Breaking Up



Marcus felt nothing but shame. He wanted nothing more than to find a hole to crawl into. He was seething with hatred for Sebastian.

"You're not going anywhere. I want to gamble with you again!"

Marcus saw Sebastian and the others trying to leave and quickly blocked their path.

"What if I refuse?" Sebastian asked with a cold smirk.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Marcus replied icily, "You have no choice. According to the rules here, if a two-person gamble is not settled in three rounds, the losing party has the right to decide to continue."

"Is that so?" Sebastian looked at Zia and asked. He didn't understand the rules here.

Zia nodded, her eyes filled with concern.

Sebastian had only won her back through unconventional means, and if they gambled again, he might end up losing her once more. But that was the rule, and they had no choice but to abide by it.

"Since that's the case, I'll gamble again, with stakes of five hundred billion each. We'll settle this in one round," Sebastian proposed.

Marcus sneered. "Seems like you don't understand any rules. You won the woman from me. Now that I want to win her back, your wager must be her!"

Sebastian indeed didn't know about these rules, so he could only nod helplessly.

"Gambles should be fair. What are you going to use as your wager?"

"I'll wager 500 billion."

Sebastian shook his head without hesitation. "Just because I agreed to use 500 billion earlier doesn't mean I agree now. Unless you provide chips of equal value, there's no point in continuing."

"Fine, as you wish." Marcus immediately said to the people present, "Someone, get my sister. She's in Room 78,"

The people present were speechless.

How shameless was Marcus to actually use his sister as a wager?

However, someone actually agreed to help. A woman was brought over soon.

She wasn't very tall, but her figure was well-proportioned. Her movements were graceful, her skin fair, her features delicate, and her bright eyes sparkling. But her perky, prominent chest caught everyone's attention the most. Most men simply drooled at the sight of it.

"Marcus, why did you want me here?" Yvette Osborne asked curiously.

"Yvette, I want to ask you for a favor," Marcus replied with a charming smile.

"What? You want to use me as a wager?" Yvette was furious upon hearing Marcus' request. Marcus hurriedly reassured her, "Yvette, listen to me. You know my gambling skills. I was careless just now and didn't expect him to be cunning. But I'm prepared this time. I won't lose for sure. So, don't worry."

Yvette remained silent. She clearly was still reluctant to agree to it.

Marcus gritted his teeth and retrieved a small porcelain bottle from his pocket. He handed it to her. "This is the Returning Pill you've been longing for. As long as you help me with this favor, it's yours."

"That's more like it. I'll do it." Yvette snatched the bottle eagerly, afraid that Marcus would change his mind.

The Returning Pill was a unique pill refined by their family. It could detoxify, heal, and treat injuries with incredibly potent effects. Having one on hand could be life-saving in critical moments.

However, due to the rarity of the medicinal ingredients needed for its production, only one batch of nine pills was made annually.

With numerous members in the family, including several elders, there was barely enough for the younger generation.

Marcus, as the heir, had obtained one.

Despite being the daughter of the family head, Yvette could only envy from afar.

Marcus looked at Sebastian and said, "My sister is the treasure of the Osborne family. Both her looks and temperament are top-notch. I'm using her as the wager now. You have nothing to say to that, right?"

"Fine. Let's get started. You go first," Sebastian said.

Marcus grabbed the cup. "I can go first, but this time, we'll see who has the lower total."

He was worried that Sebastian might try the same trick again. But if they aimed for a lower

total, he wouldn't have to worry about Sebastian tampering with the dice.

Sebastian frowned immediately. After pondering for a second, he nodded.