Chapter 151


    Izabe spoke her mind, and before Heckter could say anything, Lucas, who was lying on the


    ground, couldn''t take it anymore and cursed at Izabe.


    "Izabe, you bitch! I''ll drag you down with me even if I die! You slut!" Ugly words kept spewing from


    his mouth.


    Izabe''s eyes gradually darkened, and a sneer of disdain appeared at the corner of her lips. "Keep


    cursing, and I swear I''ll cut your tongue off!"


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    Lucas suddenly felt his tongue shiver, and he shut his mouth in an instant.


    People who mix around in the criminal underworld always carry a hostile aura with them. However,


    the aura that exploded from Izabe just now was even stronger than theirs.


    Heckter sat not far away, looking at Lucas on the ground and then at Izabe''s face. He narrowed


    his eyes, examining her.


    How could Izabe remain so calm in the face of her brother''s cursing and malicious curses, as if


    nothing had happened? She was eerily calm.


    It seemed that, just as she had said, there was no extra emotion between the siblings.


    Izabe was one of the most unique women Heckter had ever seen, both in terms of appearance


    and temperament.


    The man holding the POS machine nced at Heckter.


    Heckter pinched out the cigarette in his hand. "One month is fine, we bothpromise, but you


    have to drink this bottle of wine on the table."


    Heckter smiled and pushed the red wine in front of him over.


    Izabe was uneasy. She came alone today without any help, and everyone in the room was


    Heckter''s subordinates. If she tried to confront them head-on, it would be like a moth to a me.


    To go with the flow was her only choice for now. But she couldn''t touch alcohol as she had gastric


    cancer, and it had been a long time since she had a rpse. She wondered how long she could


    hold on.


    Izabe sneakily nced at Lucas and gritted her teeth. "Give me the IOU first."


    Heckter''s subordinate took out the prepared IOU, and after Izabe confirmed it was correct, she


    asked, "Is it true that as long as I drink this wine and sign today, you will let me leave safely?"


    Had she only just started to be vignt now? Heckter''s eyes were dim, and he nodded.


    Izabe took the wine bottle, pulled out the cork, and the strong aroma of the red wine filled the air.


    It felt low-proof but was actually easy to get drunk on.


    Back in her early days, Izabe had drunk a lot of this wine during work socials and had built up her


    alcohol tolerance. It would have been easy for her to finish a bottle before, but now her body might


    not be able to handle it.


    Izabe grabbed the wine bottle, tilted her head back, and directly poured it down her throat.


    It had been so long since she had a drink and her throat was finding it difficult to swallow. Izabe,


    with no change in her facial expression, took three sips and then stopped to wipe her reddened lips.


    "Ms. Salotti, you can hold your liquor quite well."


    Izabe yed along, "It''s alright, I''m no match for you guys."


    Heckter smiled warmly, his eyes lingering on her slender neck as she tilted her head back.


    The blurry light in the private room blurred her delicate facial features. Ordinary people would blush


    when they got drunk, but she turned pale instead. Her already fair cheeks seemed somewhat


    translucent in the dim light.


    There was music ying in the room, people were making amotion, and it was very noisy.


    Izabe''s ears were buzzing, and she suddenly felt a spasm in her stomach. She whimpered in


    pain, but no one heard her.


    She struggled to swallow, and after downing two-thirds of the bottle, Izabe paused for a moment,


    her lips stained with a touch of bright red.


    Lucas didn''t notice it, even though they were close to each other. He thought it was just the wine.


    Actually, it was Izabe''s blood. She was being tormented by pain, her consciousness scattered,


    her hands and feet weak, and she was both nauseous and vomiting blood. She forced it back down


    her throat when it reached her lips.


    She was d she was drinking red wine; even when she vomited blood, no one would notice.


    She couldn''t afford to be looked down upon in this situation.


    As Izabe finished the entire bottle of red wine, she felt nothing but unbearable stomach pain. She


    could hardly maintain her fake smile, and with one hand she put down the wine bottle while holding


    tissues to cover her mouth with the other.


    After a while, with a hoarse voice, she asked, "Is that enough?"


    "Time to sign."


    Heckter''s subordinate handed Izabe a pen. She took it with trembling hands and squatted down.


    The bottle of wine wasn''t enough to make her dizzy, but for some reason, she couldn''t see the


    letters on the paper clearly. They jumped around like they were alive.


    After signing with a shaky hand, she dropped the pen with a "tter" on the floor. Izabe''s reaction


    had slowed down, her eyes following the fallen pen before finally resting on a pair of shiny leather


    shoes.