Chapter 611 A Party Game


    All the other soldiers nodded in unison. They were one big well-oiled machinery. "Yes, Talbot''s right,


    Chief. We did that only for your own good! We had no ulterior motives."


    Wesley, however, was unfazed by their unanimous response and replied calmly, "All of you! Get out


    and get ready for a running exercise. If you dy for even a single second, your phone will be


    confiscated." He added in a warning tone, "For a month!"


    "Yes, sir. We''re leaving right now." They all responded in a simr way. Then one of them


    mischievously added, "Please do remember to check ir''s WeChat Moments." Before Wesley could


    retort, Talbot and the other soldiers turned around and darted out of Wesley''s office faster than a


    scared rabbit.


    When the office had quietened down, Wesley slowly brought out his phone and opened the WeChat


    app. He tapped on ir''s Moments.


    ir had posted a photo about half an hour ago. She was with a group of eight people, all holding a


    ss of beer and toasting each other. The caption caught his eye. "Warning! Whoever gets a phone


    call, has to chug down one ss!" Eight phone numbers were mentioned beneath that, as if inviting


    people to call!


    Wesley knew at a nce that thest number was ir''s. He wondered if anyone had called her. Was


    she drunk?


    The sses looked quite tall, even though they were slightly narrow. Still, she didn''t have a big


    appetite. Could she gulp one down?


    Actually, by the time Wesley could check her WeChat Moments, ir had already been forced to gulp


    down two sses of beer. Of the two calls she had received, one was from a ssmate she had in


    high school and the other one was from Orion.


    Joslyn, the birthday girl, had already received five calls. Unfortunately, the calls weren''t going to stop


    for her since everyone would want to wish her, oblivious of the rules of the game.


    Just as the group had settled down after one of the calls, one of the boys received a call—from


    Hartwell!


    The boy wanted to cry when he heard what the voice from the other end of the line was saying. "Hi


    there. I''m Joslyn''s husband. Can you put her on the phone for me, please."


    The boy replied in an anguished tone, "Sir! Come on! You could have called your wife directly!"


    Hartwell nonchntly responded, "Oh, please! I saw her post and know all about your little game. I


    wanted to talk to her so I just randomly picked up a number." It was obvious why. He didn''t want his


    wife or ir to drink too much, so he had deliberately chosen a random number.


    The boy passed his phone to Joslyn, murmuring, "You know, your husband is such a sly fox. This one


    doesn''t count."


    "Doesn''t count?" Everyone burst outughing. "You wish! You know the rules! Whoever gets a call has


    to chug it down! We didn''t have a restriction on the callers. Pop a ss down, now!" While Joslyn was


    busy talking to Hartwell on the phone, the boy was forced by the group to gulp a tall ss of beer in a


    single breath.


    "Hey honey," Joslyn greeted her husband with a smile.


    Sighing helplessly, Hartwell cautioned her, "What''s this game you guys are doing? Take care, huh? I


    cannot be there, you know? Don''t drink too much and keep an eye out for ir too. Don''t let her drink


    too much either."


    "Honey, it''s fine! It''s just beer."


    Joslyn tried to calm him down. On the other end, Hartwell massaged his forehead. "Mmm, all right. But


    ir gets drunk easily. Take care of her. Wait for me when the party is over. I''lle pick you up."


    "Got it."


    When she ended the call, Joslyn saw that ir was drinking her third ss of beer. Remembering what


    Hartwell had said, she hastily went over to help her. "ir, let me drink that for you. I have a better


    capacity for alcohol than you do."


    "Oh there''s no need. It''s just beer; there is very low alcohol content in it." ir shook her head.


    The boy sitting next to them burst outughing when he heard the proposal. "Joslyn, you''re one to talk!


    Look at the three sses of beer in front of you. You haven''t even finished your own portion yet."


    The game progressed quite rapidly and pretty soon, the table in front of the eight yers was full of


    sses and bottles of beer. Those who hadn''t taken part in the game helped them open the bottles and


    fill the sses. Some of them were beginning to lose their senses now.


    ir thought that after her third call, no one else would call her anymore. One important reason behind


    that was that she hadn''t kept in touch with her old friends for long ever since she began to study


    abroad. However, much to her surprise, she still received quite a number of calls after that. Maybe


    some of her followers found the game interesting and were just calling her for fun. However, what


    annoyed her the most was that some of the calls were frompletely strangers who had deliberately


    pulled a prank on her. Most probably, they were the followers of the other seven contestants.


    Now, there were several tall sses of beer waiting for her. She threw a sideways nce at Joslyn,


    who was busy herself with her own portion of beer. Helpless, she asked the others, "Guys, can we take


    a break first?"


    "Of course. But I think there will be even more sses waiting for you as the game goes on. Look at


    Aby. He''s set quite an example!" A girl gloated as she pointed to a wealthy boy sitting on the sofa.


    About a dozen tall sses were already ced in front of him and his phone didn''t seem to be showing


    any signs of dying down.


    Compared to him, ir''s situation was not that bad. But she was already feeling quite full. And if she


    got drunk, it would have been additional trouble.


    However, she had made the choice herself. She had volunteered to take part in this game, so no


    matter how much she regretted her decision, she had to face the consequences. She picked up a ss


    of beer resignedly and began to gulp it down. It didn''t even feel that good anymore.


    However, the trouble was short lived. Because the more they drank, the more excited the eight gamers


    became. Loud music soon began to drift over from their table. ir and Joslyn were singing at the top


    of their lungs. One of the songs they chose turned out to be a romantic duet. In her drunken moment,


    ir released all of her bottled up emotions through the song.


    In the end, she finally had to send up a new post in her Moments. "Please, please. I''ve drunk eleven


    sses already. I can''t take another one. Don''t call me anymore." There were several crying emojis


    after that and a few begging hands.


    Normally, ir wouldn''t have asked for mercy in such a pathetic manner. But she was drunk now. She


    was going to have no idea what she was doingter on. And she was already drinking her twelfth ss


    which wasn''t finished yet.


    ir had a few hundred WeChat friends. After she sent out the second post, a lot of people


    have said no to free beer! Some of the boys even sent a private message to her, asking for her


    location.


    ir browsed through thements and replied, "No, thanks. It''s just a game. It will be over soon."


    She didn''t want to involve anyone outside the group and certainly not boys she hadn''t even talked to in


    a long time.


    She copied the sentence and also sent it to the boys who had texted her.


    But very soon after that, she received Hartwell''s message. "My secretary just told me about your


    All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.


    update. Don''t drink anymore. Turn down the drinks. I''ming to pick you and Joslyn up."


    She tilted her head and saw that Joslyn was lying on the sofa in a slightly drunken state. Her speech


    was a bit slurred too. As the birthday girl, Joslyn had drunk more than ir had. ir gave her a slight


    kick and asked, "Did your husband just text you?"


    "Yes. He''sing to pick us up."


    ir sighed when she heard that. To be honest, she envied her friend a bit; Joslyn had a husband to


    when Hartwell picked them up, she would feel like the third wheel between him and Joslyn.


    She suddenly thought of Wesley. ''I wonder what he''s doing right now. He must be busy. He won''t even


    know about my Moments, '' she thought gloomily, letting out a heavy sigh.


    She leaned her head on Joslyn''s shoulder, watching the other guys chatting fervently under the


    influence of the alcohol. Even she had be talkative due to the twelve sses. "Joslyn, my head is


    spinning. I haven''t drunk so much in a long time. Today''s your birthday and I''m so happy. I want to drink


    another ss and make a toast to you, but I''m already full. I think my tummy will burst if I do that."


    "Hmm...They haven''t finished their own drinks. Hey you don''t have to drink anymore either. ir, I''m


    really happy with your cousin. I hope you can find someone to be your happiness soon." Joslyn knew


    about ir''s trouble in love affairs and in her work.


    ir smiled, rubbing her head against her friend''s shoulder. It felt weirdly good and rxing. Then she


    took the unfinished ss of beer and drank a swig. "Joslyn, I don''t even know my own heart now. And


    you know what? I feel even more confused about Wesley''s mind. When I decided to go abroad and


    study in Ennd, I also swore to myself that I wouldn''t love Wesley anymore for the rest of my life. He


    had turned me down so mercilessly. But when I came back and met him once more, I couldn''t help


    falling in love with him all over again. He''s such an attractive young man! But that jerk! If he doesn''t


    love me, why does he keep me in his apartment? He told me that he will let me go when I have a


    boyfriend. Don''t you think he''s being ridiculous and a bit weird?"


    Joslyn wrapped an arm around her shoulders andughed. "Yes, he''s being very ridiculous. If Wesley


    were a woman, he would be a maniptive and hypocritical bitch. Haha..."


    ir thought about her words. Joslyn was right. Wesley and the female gender were a dangerous


    me what I want. I don''t want to have anything to do with him anymore, but I guess each time I see him,


    I get soft-hearted. He once told me very clearly that he doesn''t love me. Why can''t I have more self-


    respect and stay away from him? Do you think I''m a loser?"


    "Shh!" Joslyn raised her feeble arm and covered ir''s mouth, a bit loosely. "Don''t look down on


    yourself like that. It''s Wesley''s problem. He doesn''t like you but still keeps you around him. He''s the


    one who said that he was doing it for your own good. But I can clearly tell that it''s because he loves


    you. He just doesn''t want to admit it!"