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.

walking out—he’d be carried out, if he was fortunate enough

that came across more as a grimace. His lips stretched unnaturally, his entire face frozen in a tight mask of anxiety, but he dared

looked down at him with a cold, calculating stare, his eyes sharp as a

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going to drink it yourself, or would you prefer I call someone

the room knew that if Jules made that call, the outcome would

what felt like an eternity of hesitation, Miguel gritted his teeth, unsteadily pushing himself to his feet, and opened one of the bottles. Tilting his head back, he began

revolted. He doubled over, gripping

frowned ever so slightly, giving a quick,

leave until both bottles are

unmistakable. Miguel would not be leaving until he finished

was drawn by the crowd, the tension thick in the air. They pitied Miguel for crossing Jules, but at the