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.

be walking out—he’d be carried out, if he

smile that came across more as a grimace. His lips stretched unnaturally, his entire face frozen

with a cold, calculating stare, his eyes sharp as

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

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

teeth, unsteadily pushing himself to his feet, and opened one of the bottles. Tilting his head back,

managed half the bottle before his stomach revolted. He doubled over, gripping the trash can nearby, and vomited

frowned ever so slightly, giving a quick, discreet

until both bottles are

leaving until he

thick in the air. They pitied Miguel for crossing Jules, but at the same time, silently