Chapter 203 Defying Science


    Daniel was escorted to the nearby blood testing van. Inside sat a woman in a doctor’s coat who was


    older and stern-looking, with a tough demeanor that suggested she was not one to be trifled with.


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    She nced at Daniel and barked, “Stretch out your arm and roll up your sleeve.”


    “Yes, ma’am, please go easy on me!” responded Daniel.


    Ava: ...


    What was with this guy, calling every woman ''ma’am''?


    But it worked. The woman’s movements softened considerably after Daniel’spliment. The blood


    draw was quick and nearly painless.


    The results came back in no time: Daniel’s blood alcohol content was 0. Ava was stunned.


    “You really didn’t drink?” she asked incredulously.


    “How could he not have drunk? He downed gallons of vodka! The test must be wrong; you should


    draw blood again and retest!” Brittany was adamant because she had seen him drink. How could


    his BAC be 0? It was downright unscientific!


    That’s when the doctor spoke up. “Are you questioning my test results? My professionalism? If I say


    he hasn’t drunk, then he hasn’t. Besides, have you ever seen anyone drink gallons of vodka?”


    “Off you go!” she dismissed them.


    Without evidence, Ava had no choice but to let them go.


    Back on the road in the car, Brittany was fuming, clenching her fists, itching to give the country boy


    beside her a good punch. As the notion grew more peculiar, she asked with a scowl, “How is it that


    after drinking so much, your blood has no trace of alcohol?”


    "Because I have a miraculous ability! Ever since I was a kid, I discovered I could drink alcohol like


    water. No matter how much I drink, it doesn’t stay in my body. So next time you want to mess with


    me, don''t try to get me drunk, because it just won''t happen – never!"


    "You... What a waste of good vodka!" Brittanymented, regretting the night’s wasted efforts. But


    she hadn''t entirely missed her mark; she did prevent him from having a candlelight dinner with


    Jessica. With his tolerance, what if he got Jessica drunk and took advantage?


    The thought sent chills down her spine.


    Just then, Brittany''s phone rang.


    "Hello?"


    "What?"


    "Don’t panic, I''m on my way!"


    She hung up and directed Daniel, "Turn here; we''re going to Bell Street."


    "Bell Street? What are we doing there? You gonna treat me to midnight snacks?"


    "Zip it and just go!"


    Soon, they arrived at Bell Street, a street bustling with food vendors. Brittany led Daniel to a snack


    bar owned by her cousin, Amelia Jones.


    Unlike the other taco stands filled with customers, this ce had only leftover dishes on the tables


    and not a single diner in sight. Instead, a group of tough-looking men with buzz cuts, tattoos, and


    carrying cleavers each upied a table, marking their territory across the small eatery.