His Precious Love

Chapter 143

Chapter 143 Why Help Him

Rayna noticed Steven making a call. Shortly after that, the doors opened to reveal two waiters. They pushed in a cart of beer before loading the bottles onto the table.

After calculating the number of bottles as they were being placed, Rayna noted that there were twenty-four bottles.

Steven leaned back and pointed nonchalantly at the bottles, saying, “Ms. Garland, let me offer you a compromise. If you can finish all the beer on this table, I’ll set up a meeting with my father.”

“Mr. Hunt, you must be joking,” replied Rayna, her expression showing the slightest hint of emotion before she gave him another mild smile. “There are twenty-four bottles here. I doubt even a grown man can drink so many. Besides, I’m not a heavy drinker.”

Jason merely smiled and said, “Come now. A grown man might not be as capable as you are, Ms. Garland. You’re the acting CEO of Faymon Group! I think that a mere twenty-four bottles are nothing to you.”

“That’s right! Beer doesn’t even have high alcohol content. We’re not asking you to drink wine!” retorted Steven, clearly unhappy. “Here I am, giving you a chance. If you’re not going to take it, then please leave. Your presence is only disrupting the festivities.”

Rayna chose not to respond. Instead, she turned around to leave.

Beer may not have a high alcohol content, but drinking twenty-four bottles of beer is really no small matter.

Just as Rayna was about to leave, she heard Jason calling out to her in a singsong voice, “Rayna, don’t waste your time. Faymon Group’s failures are Curtis’ fault. The company is beyond saving at this point.”

His tone seemed to carry hints of pleasure as if he had personally set foot in Faymon Group to witness Curtis being crushed beneath his feet.

Rayna could feel anger burn hot in her chest. This had become unbearable.

Just look at these parasitic sc*mbags!

Jack and his ilk. What irked Rayna was that Jason, too, was a Faymon. It was one thing to not

around to pin an icy glare on Steven. “Mr. Hunt, you mean to say that you’ll arrange for a meeting with your father if I finish all twenty-four bottles of beer on this table,

aback by her sudden change in demeanor and

say anything further, Rayna had picked up a bottle and

took her approximately eight seconds to down that

that Rayna would return to start chugging down beer. The smirk he had on his lips gradually

of what his father was up to. Jason then contacted the other companies that had dealings with Faymon Group. He would wait for the number of shares between Chester and Sienna to be near equal before selling some of the stock to these companies. With the profits as working capital, Jason would then utilize

machinations, their plans did not take

like what a newly-transferred rookie from the translation department should be like. While we were setting our plans in motion, she was pulling funds from Faymon Group

Given that her demeanor had not changed in the slightest, many others had wandered over to watch

empty bottles than

taken aback by this. Slowly, his expression changed from annoyance to shock. He had taken Jason’s advice of making things difficult for her, but he did not wish for

said Steven. He could not

up another bottle

got to the sixteenth bottle, Rayna started to feel slightly ill. However, she did

faint red. Her eyes also appeared misty. The last bit of alcohol that she did not

the sensual shape of her concealed lingerie. The breathing of all the men present

an absolutely

on her feet. She shook her head and turned the bottle upside down to indicate that it was truly empty. “I’ve held

had never seen a woman drink beer with so much determination. “I’ll definitely help you make an appointment

Thankfully, Steven only looked like he could not be trusted. At the end of the day, he was going

even touch the doorknob, she was pinned against the wall

working hard for Faymon Group,” said Jason with a smile as he held her hands in a vice grip. “What has that

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