Chapter 1542: Chapter 497: Hades Coordinates_2 Wayne didn’t object, sharing the same attitude as Austin; as long as the teacher is happy. In the manor’s living room, Wayne ignored the deadbeat on the sofa and peeked to see a poker table. The black and white Knights were engaged in a fierce duel, with Dreyne’s figure obscured by chips, and Vizi… looking quite embarrassed, wearing only a set of black lace lingerie. If she loses the clothes, she loses the socks, and if this continues, she’ll have nothing left to wear. From behind the chips, Dreyne’s invincible arrogant laughter echoed, while Vizi trembled, holding her cards. Judging by her shaking hands, she’d probably lose this round. Upon seeing Wayne bring in a secretary, Vizi blushed, raised her hand to cover herself, apologizing for her improper behavior. Wayne laughed, patted Vizi’s shoulder, and asked her to step aside. Bad people have bad people’s reckoning, someone like Dreyne should be dealt with by him. “Vizi, quitting is admitting defeat, you can leave, but you must take off one more piece of clothing!” Dreyne stood up, half his body towering over the chips, and triumphantly said: “Also, losing means accepting the defeat, for the next twenty-four hours, you are not allowed to put the clothes back on.” Vizi’s face darkened; she didn’t want to show her awkwardness in front of Wayne, biting her silver teeth tightly, struggling whether to concede or continue, whether to take off the top or the bottom. “Hmph, bullying an honest person proves nothing, I’ll take this round, take off mine.” Wayne took off his shirt and hung it on the chair, rolled up his sleeves and said: “Dreyne, got the guts to play a few games with me?” “Step aside, this is between me and Vizi, not you…” “If you’re too scared, that’s understandable. Your card techniques are pretty average, you know it’s impossible to beat me.” Wayne interrupted, expressing understanding for the weak retreat: “No need to explain, admitting defeat solves it. Just man up and the matter is settled.” “Ridiculous, me admit defeat?!” Dreyne stared wide-eyed, slapped the chips before him, splitting them with Vizi, intending to face Wayne alone today. To the last man standing, no one is allowed to leave. Dreyne had been bullying amateurs lately, facing Vizi like a living Gambler God. The skies cleared, the rain stopped, feeling capable again; as long as Wayne didn’t cheat, he was definitely not her match. “First bet chips, when they’re exhausted, stop. No problem, right?” Wayne pointed at the plainly dressed Vizi, watching her entire red face and expressive brows for a while, leaving her embarrassed before removing his gaze. The gaze shifted to Dreyne, instantly becoming disdainful. A face of an Ice Beauty, too abstinent. “What’s with the disdain, doing it on purpose!?” Dreyne angrily slapped the table, comparing to others in the room, losing just means losing, but Vizi was the exception. “Cut the nonsense, why could you keep betting clothes after losing all chips previously, but not now?” “I get it, you’re chickening out, knowing deep down you can’t win.” Wayne realized suddenly. Dreyne couldn’t take such humiliation; she accepted the bet on the spot: chips depleted means betting clothes, not allowed to leave as long as there’s a strand of fabric left. After speaking, she donned White Night Purity Words armor, then shaped her thoughts, swoosh swoosh swoosh, wrapping herself into a ball. No more, just dozens of clothes, pants, hats, socks, accessories, jewelry… Over three hundred attempts, can you make this old lady strip? It’s hilarious, simply impossible, losing means quitting the gambling scene! Dreyne, proud and unapologetically, perfectly showcased what it means to be shameless. Dreyne sat in the chair with a grave expression, tugging at her shirt’s hem, trying to cover her white shorts. “What are you spacing out for? Is this shirt difficult to take off?” Wayne’s voice echoed from behind the chips. Behind her were Mona with a faint smile, Vizi, expressionless, and beside her, Anastasia who had taken over the dealer role, a complete winner in life. Oh, and there was a kept deadbeat fish on the sofa. Check latest chapters at NoveI[F]ire.net “Why rush, I didn’t say I wasn’t going to take it off, skipping it for this round, next loss I’ll take off two.” Dreyne snorted coldly. “You’ve said this last last last round too, let me count, how many layers of skin do you owe today…” Wayne couldn’t count it, but his laughter erupted from behind the chips, directly beating Dreyne, flipping the poker table with a bang… And Wayne pushed it back into place. The Dark Saintess Manor forbids table flipping. “I knew it, you guys were cheating, otherwise I wouldn’t have lost every single round!” “Correction, lost 342 rounds, from afternoon till dark.” Wayne kindly reminded. “Why remember so clearly, immature, bad sportsmanship, utterly not mature.” Dreyne snorted coldly, refusing to face people with poor moral quality, today’s gamble was nullified. She said, turning to leave the living room, desperately pressing down the hem of her white shirt, her long legs alternating, speeding up more and more, faster and faster. Until her figure disappeared, Wayne politely retracted his gaze, and to Moonlight said: “Upstairs, I need to see the Dark Goddess.” Before seeing the Goddess, Wayne needed to comfort Anastasia and Vizi. Regardless of whether Michael’s evaluation was true or false, whether the Holy Maiden and Knight agreed, the comfort was necessary. It’s an issue of attitude. Main bedroom on the second floor, Mona closed the door, establishing a Soundproof Barrier. Lately, every silver party holds her. Originally, the gatekeeper was Vizi; with an upgrade, she no longer needs to stand outside. The gatekeeper’s role is handed over to Dreyne. Moonlight Goddess Shi Luke gave Dreyne to Wayne, just like Idinis did, turning Dreyne into Wayne’s Knight + bodyguard + fixed poker buddy.