Chapter 201 Brittany''s Scheme


    "Oh, ying Mr. Nice Guy, huh? You country bumpkin, stop faking it here! Others might not see


    through your ugly mug, but I do," Brittany sneered at Daniel before turning to the others.


    "Don''t just stand around, toast that country boy! You all should know, he''s a real ''good Samaritan''


    and can hold his liquor! Whoever can drink him under the table gets a promotion and a raise," she


    announced.


    The crowd grabbed their sses and began a relentless tag-team toast to Daniel. After a grueling


    half hour, nearly everyone was wiped out, sprawling across the floor in a drunken mess.


    Only two remained sober: Daniel and Brittany.


    "Brittany, they''re all wasted, and you''re still sober. If I''m not mistaken, you''ve been busy having


    them drink to me all night, without touching a ss yourself. How about we share a drink?" Daniel


    asked, his tone teasing.


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    "Drink with you? I''d rather not! You''re not in my league!" Brittany was fuming.


    Initially, she was convinced that gathering a bunch of seasoned drinkers would do the trick – many


    against one, and Daniel would''ve sumbed. But who would''ve thought all these people would get


    floored by him alone.


    An angry Brittany had no choice but to call their families to collect the boozy bunch. After everyone


    was taken care of, she flopped onto the couch, exhausted.


    Daniel, still with a smug look, asked, "Need a ride home, Brittany? I heard you moved into a newly


    renovated ce. Why not invite me over?"


    "You think you can drive?" she retorted.


    "Of course!" he dered confidently.


    Brittany came up with a new n on the spot and agreed, "Alright then!"


    She didn''t actually want Daniel to drive her home. She wanted to set him up. Daniel had had


    enough to drink that, by now, he could be arrested for drunk driving. If he got caught, she figured


    she could put this country boy behind bars for at least six months.


    Sitting shotgun in the car, Brittany directed Daniel. She was familiar with the local roads and knew


    where the cops would be, thus leading him straight into their path.


    Under Brittany''s guidance, the car approached an overpass with twones, one of which was


    blocked. Several uniformed police officers stood in the middle of the openne, part of their daily


    patrol.


    Daniel saw this and smiled. "Did you n this?"


    "What? Drive after drinking all that vodka tonight, and you didn''t expect to get caught? Legally,


    you''re looking at a minimum of six months in jail!"


    "Did I drink tonight? News to me – I didn''t have any. Don''t believe me? Try this," he chuckled, then


    blew a breath of air directly at Brittany.


    The strong smell of booze hit her, and Brittany quickly rolled down the window.


    "Disgusting! Get lost!" she yelled, pounding on Daniel''s shoulder with her fist.


    "Hey, Brittany, if you ever lose your job, consider a career in massage therapy. You''ve got quite the


    touch – pretty cozy," he teased.


    "You... you''re about to get caught! Worry about yourself!"