Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1416

Jenson took a deep breath, steadying his aim as he threw the dart.

"Seven points," the waiter announced flatly.

A wave of embarrassment washed over Jenson, but he quickly recalibrated for another shot.

"Eight points," the waiter continued, showing no sign of sympathy.

"Jenson, are you confident you can handle this? If not, let one of us give it a shot," one of his friends chimed in, playfully encouraging him.

"Come on! Those first two were just warm-ups; you wouldn't understand," Jenson shot back, waving them off.

With fresh determination, he centered himself and hurled three darts in rapid succession.

"Eight points, seven points, six points…" the waiter droned, his voice devoid of enthusiasm.

"Why are your scores dropping?" one friend teased, laughing loudly.

"Sir, you need to score 49 points with your remaining five darts to earn that limited dish," the waiter added with a sarcastic edge.

He had seen plenty of eager customers fail to deliver.

"I know, I don't need the reminder." Jenson gritted his teeth, trying to keep his composure.

Just as he was about to aim again, Germaine stepped forward. She took the dart from his hand and flicked it with precision—hitting a perfect ten.

Before Jenson could process what happened, she launched the remaining four darts, each one finding the bullseye.

The crowd gasped in disbelief.

"Ms. Lloyd, you really know how to hold your own against men…" someone muttered in awe.

"Congratulations, miss! I'll have the kitchen prepare the 'Celestial Wagyu Beef Carpaccio' right away," the waiter said, practically beaming with admiration.

Jenson's mood soured further. Could this guy be any more two-faced?

Despite this, he couldn't deny Germaine's talent; even he felt the urge to applaud her. A tight knot of competitiveness twisted in his chest, refusing to let go.

After dinner, they moved to a club—a staple of any business gathering. Once inside, Jenson stayed in a gloomy mood.

"Alright, let's get started," Jenson said, adopting a gentlemanly tone. "Ladies first."

Germaine flashed a faint smile, shaking the dice cup a couple of times before placing it down.

Jenson felt a slight sting at being underestimated. "Is that it? Just a couple of shakes?"

That seemed a bit dismissive.

"That's plenty," Germaine replied. "Shaking it too long just gets tiring."

"Fair enough," Jenson said, clicking his tongue. He picked up his own dice cup and began shaking it with enthusiasm.

He had given Germaine a chance; it was her fault for not taking it seriously.

With a flourish, Jenson slammed the dice cup onto the table and flipped it open. Inside were two sixes, one four, and one five—21 points in total.

He shot her a brief smirk before quickly regaining his composure. Lifting his chin, he gestured toward Germaine's dice cup. "Alright, Germaine, it's your turn."

Unfazed, Germaine revealed her dice—two fives and two sixes, adding up to 22 points.