Chapter 144


    As Mandy snuggled in Finnegan’s embrace, she blushed under the dim lighting. “I was wrong,


    Finnegan!”


    She didn’t expect him to be that mischievous.


    Although he didn’t ruin her n, he did take revenge on her on the spot.


    Regret started flooding Mandy’s heart.


    “Does it matter if you repent now?” Finnegan sniffed the fragrance of her hair. “I’ve already offended


    Vilmar. I can tell from his eyes that he’ll kill me if he’s given the opportunity!”


    “You can’t me it all on me.” A bitter stnile curved her l*ps.


    While she did make Finnegan her shield through her scheme, he was the one who provoked Vilmar on


    his.


    Own.


    “It’s because they didn’t treat me nicely.” Finnegan pursed his l*ps. “You’re to me, too. If you hadn’t


    tricked me, I wouldn’t have encountered this group of idiots and started arguing with them.”


    Before Mandy could exin herself, Matthias and the others approached the two. “Finnegan, right? It’s


    no fun if you cling to Ms. Langdon. How about you y some games and have some drinks with us


    men?”


    Mandy grew apprehensive and leaned closer to Finnegan.


    It was because she didn’t want others to see Finnegan’s hand behind her.


    Vilmar was further enraged upon witnessing Mandy being so close to Finnegan.


    He even clenched his fists.


    Finnegan cleared his throat and released Mandy. “Games and drinks, eh?”


    “That’s right. Dare you ept the challenge?” Matthias smirked.


    Mandy finally felt a little better. “Finnegan can’t hold his liquor well. You should drink among yourselves,


    Matthias.”


    Using that opening, Ariendel pulled Mandy closer to her. “Why not let Finnegan drink a little with them,


    Mandy? After all, he’s with you now, so he should familiarize himself with your circle of friends.”


    Mandy frowned. “Ariendel!”


    Anyone could tell Matthias and the others were targeting Finnegan, so she couldn’t just sit by and


    watch.


    Ariendel yed dumb and grinned at Finnegan. “Do you really not have the guts to drink, Finnegan? If


    you don’t, you should leave now instead of ruining the mood.”


    Finnegan shot a nce at Mandy, telling her not to act.


    Then, he smiled. “Sure, I’m up for ying games and drinking. I don’t know the rules, though.”


    Of course, he wasn’t blind to Matthias’ goal, but it didn’t matter to him.


    He was eager to crush the arrogant scions facing him as retaliation for the disdain they had expressed


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    Matthias ced a game wheel with a diameter of fifty centimeters on the table. “We’ll be ying the


    simplest game. You turn the wheel, and yoù follow whatever instruction that stops at the arrow. You can


    only pass to the next yer if the instruction says so. Otherwise, you’ll have to keep spinning and doing


    what the instruction says.”


    Finnegan nced at the game wheel. It had a total of twenty sections.


    Eight of them punished the yer to drink, ranging from a sip to three sses of alcohol.


    Four of them requested the previous and next yer to drink.


    Two of them allowed the yer to demand another to drink.


    The rest would change the yer to the next one in line.


    Over half of the sections weren’t penalties to the yer spinning the wheel.


    However, if one had terrible luck, they might not be able to switch to another yer.


    A troubled expression settled on Finnegan’s countenance. “I’m pretty unlucky. I can’t drink that much!”


    “What are you afraid of?” Matthias smirked. “If you keep failing, you can ask someone else to help you


    drink. Besides, there are six sections here that change the yer. Even the unluckiest guy will


    eventually hit one of those sections.”


    A cold look shed past Finnegan’s eyes when he heard that. Ask someone else to drink, he says.


    He’s clearly trying to divide the risk between his buddies if one of them gets too unlucky. Meanwhile,


    aside from Mandy, there’s no one else I can ask to help me drink.


    Matthias mocked, “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re too scared to y.”


    The others cackled.


    Finnegan, seemingly enraged, mmed his palm on the table. “Who said I’m scared to y? Howeve


    what’s the fun if there are only this few yers? All men here should join in!” Since they want to mess


    wi me, I suppose I should use this chance to teach them a lesson!


    Seeing that Finnegan had fallen for the trick, Vilmar sauntered toward him with a sneer. “Considering


    how enthusiastic you seem, I guess we’ll all y with you. Think of it as my way of making things up to


    you.”


    A dozen men settled down around Finnegan while the women either sat or stood at the side.


    Mandy furrowed her eyebrows. “Finnegan?”


    Ariendel smiled. “Don’t ruin the fun, Mandy. Besides, Finnegan himself wants to y. I doubt he’ll be


    that unlucky in a game of luck.”


    “That’s right! No need to be concerned, Mandy.” Confidently, Finnegan patted his chest.


    Vilmar smirked. “Should we decide our turn by pulling straws or ying rock-paper-scissors?”


    “I’ll start, and then we’ll go anti-clockwise.” Finnegan ced his hand on the wheel.


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    Vilmar and the others watched him spin the wheel with teasing eyes.


    Mandy gripped the edge of Finnegan’s shirt. “Please let it be ‘Change yer’!”


    “You’re right, Finnegan. You do have terrible luck!” The crowdughed upon seeing the arrow pointing


    at “Two sses” after the wheel stopped moving.


    Mandy sighed. “I’ll help you drink one ss.”


    “It’s fine. This is only the first round. I can still drink.” Pushing her hand aside, he downed two sses


    of alcohol in a row.


    Taking in Finnegan’s red face, Matthias eximed, “Keep spinning! You can only stop if the arrow


    points. at ‘Change yer.””


    “All right!” Finnegan snorted and spun the wheel again. “Come on, please let it be ‘Change yer’!”


    The crowdughed when the wheel stopped again.


    Tears were even spilling out of Matthias’ eyes. “Oh my god, I can’t. My stomach’s starting to hurt from


    you that thirsty, Finnegan?”


    Finnegan grimaced. “What are youughing at? Do you think I can’t do it?” Promptly, he picked up a


    bottle. “A bottle’s just enough for three sses! Bottoms up!”


    He then glugged down the entire bottle in one go.


    When he was done, he coughed violently.


    Mandy hastily patted his back. “Stop ying, Finnegan.”


    “You shouldn’t say that, Ms. Langdon.” Matthias smirked. “We’ve only started ying. If he stops flow,


    the mood will be ruined. If you pity him, you can help him drink two sses.”


    “That’s right! He can’t just quit right after the game starts. He should stay until at least the next yer


    starts drinking,” the others added.


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    After grabbing a piece of tissue paper, Finnegan wiped his mouth.


    His face was turning pale, and he broke into a cold sweat.


    It was a sign that he had drunk too much.


    Vilmar grinned sinisterly as that was the result he wished to see.


    Moreover, he was hoping Finnegan would ask Mandy to drink as well.


    Finnegan exhaled deeply and spun the wheel again. “Man, I’m not ying anymore if I still have to


    drink!”


    A dozen secondster, Matthias guffawed again. “I can’t! Oh my god! I don’t think any of us will be


    drinking tonight. We’ll be watching Finnegan empty every bottle here instead!”


    Finnegan had to drink another three sses.


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