The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 661:

“I— I was just talking nonsense. I had too much to drink. Please, do not take it seriously,” Miguel stammered, his bravado now replaced with panicked submission.

“I don’t smell any alcohol on you,” Karina observed, stepping into the room with a piercing gaze that immediately locked onto Miguel. She took a small, deliberate step closer, almost as if testing the air around him.

“Probably just some watered-down version of what’s supposed to be booze.”

Without waiting for a response, she moved confidently to the liquor cabinet, pulling out two bottles of whiskey.

“Come on. Let me show you what a real drink should taste like.”

The bottles she chose were infamous—liquor so potent it could knock even the toughest drinkers off their feet. Most wouldn’t dare finish a single bottle, let alone two.

With a swift motion, she slammed the bottles onto the marble table, the loud thud echoing through the room. The sound sent a chill down Miguel’s spine, his pulse skipping a beat. His gaze flickered between the bottles and Jules, his brow twitching in anxiety, betraying his inner unease.

both of those, he wouldn’t be walking out—he’d be carried out, if

Miguel stammered, forcing a smile that came across more as a grimace. His lips

with a cold, calculating stare,

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yourself, or would you prefer I call someone

in the room knew that if

of hesitation, Miguel gritted his teeth, unsteadily pushing himself to his feet, and

the bottle before his stomach revolted. He doubled over, gripping the trash can nearby,

a quick, discreet

until both

be leaving until

was drawn by the crowd, the tension thick in the air. They pitied Miguel for