Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 603:

Watching everyone’s stunned faces, Elvira beamed to herself. This was the reaction she’d been aiming for. “We all agreed — no quitting. This is just round one, so don’t even think about backing down.”

Pattie cast a look in Maia’s direction. She remembered Maia once confiding that marrying Chris had been just her way of repaying a huge favor — helping him climb the ladder to lead the Cooper Group. If that was true, then Maia probably didn’t love Chris in a romantic way, right?

After all, Chris was just the Coopers’ illegitimate son, a carefree flirt with no real drive. That idea brought sudden clarity to Pattie’s thoughts.

She turned to Elvira with a dazzling grin and said, “Sure, no problem.” As everyone stared in disbelief and intrigue, Pattie calmly made her way over to Chris and took a seat right beside him.

“Mr. Cooper, it’s just a game. I apologize beforehand,” Pattie said softly. She leaned in, neck extended, ready to plant a quick kiss on Chris’s cheek. But before she could get close, Chris suddenly stood up, reached for the whiskey bottle on the table, and poured himself a full glass.

“Sorry, I can’t go through with this. I’ll take the punishment — three drinks,” he announced. Without missing a beat, and with everyone watching in shock, Chris slammed down three full glasses of whiskey back to back.

dare had to knock back three drinks. This wasn’t just for the loser, but also anyone who had to take part in the

at him, stunned, her eyes fixed on his profile. The whiskey packed a punch — it was much stronger than it looked. Earlier, they’d all been diluting it with juice. But Chris had gone in hard, downing three straight shots without blinking. Maia began to fret; that much alcohol might

off guard. She hadn’t expected him to react like that. Her lips curved slightly, a flicker of

to her spot, flicked her hair over one shoulder, and flashed a smile at Elvira. “Well, since Mr. Cooper already

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of that fiery liquor! What was going through his head?

Her plan might have failed this time, but

fragile as glass teetering on the edge of a table. Everyone sensed that the next round of questions might cut deeper, and the

glance that practically screamed, “What exactly are you playing

any punches. Now it was time to reveal what he truly had up his sleeve. When it came to rolling