Chapter 81
Isabe guessed that Seth wouldn’t easily agree to her request, but at this
point, even if he asked her for a star in the sky, she would have to
immediately get adder.
The man sat next to her, a hint of malicious intent shing in his eyes. “Do you
know who caused me to get drenched in cold waterst night?”
His tone sounded casual, nothing like an usation, but that still sent chills
down Isabe’s spine. Don’t tell me he wants me to take a cold shower.
She clenched her skirt, forcing a stiff smile. “I don’t know.”
“A woman who doesn’t know better.” The man suddenly turned serious and
emphasized each word, “If I catch her, I’ll make her regret her actions.”
Isabe remained silent.
“Do you agree?” Seth asked.
Isabe awkwardly chuckled. “You’re right. Serves her right.”
“But before I was drenched, I had to drink three sses of strong liquor
because of her.” Seth snorted and asked, “How do you suppose I get even
with her?”
Isabe felt a shiver run down her spine as she closed her eyes, boldly
suggesting, “Make her drink the same amount of drinks!”
Seth pped. “Good idea.”
In the meantime, Isabe was bleeding inside. Staring at the man’s neck, she
felt an urge to bite him, sttering his blood everywhere.
“Do you need some liquor?” Dariel, who had been watching the scene, came
forward with glistening eyes. “I have plenty here. You can drink whatever you
want.”
Getting up, Seth strode toward the bar. “How about I personally make you a
cocktail?”
Those words were obviously directed at Isabe.
Isabe got up and approached him, feeling nervous. “It would be my honor
to drink a cocktail you made.”
While she spoke, her eyes were fixed on the various liquor bottles beside
Seth’s hand. They were all strong liquors, including vodka and brandy.
Seth went behind the bar and randomly took out three sses. Then, he said
to Isabe while looking at her, “You shouldn’t drink too much. Three sses is
enough.”
The sses weren’trge, making Isabe think Seth was going easy on her,
but just as she felt relieved, Seth opened the vodka bottle and filled all three
sses to the brim without hesitation.
While Isabe looked at the three sses, a train of curses popped into her
head. “Is this the cocktail you made?”
Seth leaned against the bar, remarking, “It’s called minimalism.”
Bullsh*t! Isabe released a breath. “Very sophisticated.”
“It’s good that you understand.” Seth didn’t seem the slightest bit
embarrassed.
Their banter continued as they continued to y dumb. In the meantime,
Simon and Dariel enjoyed watching them and would intervene asionally.
“Drinking three sses of that might harm a woman’s health.” Simon
somewhat disagreed with this and looked toward Seth. “It would be better to
mix some fruit juice into it.”
Seth turned to Isabe and smiled. “Would you like some juice?”
Isabe pursed her lips and shrugged at Simon. “Thank you, Mr. Gates, but I
don’t particrly like fruit juices.”
“Right.” Seth leaned on the barzily, pushing a ss of vodka toward
Isabe. “Vodka should be drunk pure, or else it’s a waste of such a refined
spirit.”
You’re the boss; whatever you say is right. Isabe looked at the ss in front
of her and raised it to Seth. “Thank you, Mr. Shaffer, for lending me money.”
After saying that, she raised her head and downed the entire ss without
giving herself a chance to regret it.
Cough!
It felt like a fire was burning her throat down to her stomach, and Isabe
immediately curled up, gritting her teeth to endure the indescribable
sensation. She felt like her whole body was on fire, and her brain was a mess,
feeling like it would burst in the next second.
“Are you okay?” Dariel was a bit worried, so he picked up a te of fruit and
gave it to her. “Eat something to ease the feeling.”
Though Isabe wanted to have some, her peripheral vision caught Seth’s
expressionless face, and she gritted her teeth, shaking her head silently.
“Tsk! So ruthless. She even came all the way here to give you a gift.” Simon
appeared as if he couldn’t take this anymore and rapped on the table. “You
almost couldn’t stand drinking one ss, so having two more might cause
you to drop instantly.”
That was the same as what Isabe estimated. She was still clutching her
stomach since she finished her first ss of vodka.
On the other hand, Seth stood tall with one hand in his pocket, his gaze fixed
on the top of the woman’s head.
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“I drank threerge ssesst night, and thest one was a ss of vodka,”
he suddenly said coldly.
Isabe gritted her teeth. Now that she was going through the same thing,
she instantly felt that she had gone too farst night, but after thinking about
it, she hadn’t forced Seth to drink that. He came over himself.
Afterward, she straightened her body, biting her lip while looking at the two
sses, about to reach for them.
“I’ll help her drink one ss.”
Simon suddenly came forward, stopping Isabe from taking the ss.
Shocked, Isabe couldn’t help but look at him.
Seth stood behind the bar, his gaze moving between the two people as his
expression quickly turned gloomy. “Who is she to you? Why would you drink a
300-thousand-dor drink for her?”
Realizing that the tone sounded off, Dariel quickly went over to mediate the
situation. “Hey, what’s going on? Why are you taking this so seriously?”
Then, he grabbed a ss and downed it in one go. He gazed at Seth and
said, “Hurry up and drink that. Go easy on the young woman.”
However, Seth didn’t move, his gaze fixed on Simon.
Simon had no choice but to withdraw his hand and gesture that he
surrendered.
Seeing that, Isabe pouted before grabbing the ss, ready to finish it on
her own, but before she could touch the ss, a man’s hand had already
taken it away.