True Love Waits

Chapter 611

Chapter 611 A Party Game


All the other soldiers nodded in unison. They were one big well-oiled machinery. "Yes, Talbot's right, Chief. We did that only for your own good! We had no ulterior motives."

Wesley, however, was unfazed by their unanimous response and replied calmly, "All of you! Get out and get ready for a running exercise. If you delay for even a single second, your phone will be confiscated." He added in a warning tone, "For a month!"

"Yes, sir. We're leaving right now." They all responded in a similar way. Then one of them mischievously added, "Please do remember to check Blair's WeChat Moments." Before Wesley could retort, Talbot and the other soldiers turned around and darted out of Wesley's office faster than a scared rabbit.

When the office had quietened down, Wesley slowly brought out his phone and opened the WeChat app. He tapped on Blair's Moments.

Blair had posted a photo about half an hour ago. She was with a group of eight people, all holding a glass of beer and toasting each other. The caption caught his eye. "Warning! Whoever gets a phone call, has to chug down one glass!" Eight phone numbers were mentioned beneath that, as if inviting people to call!

Wesley knew at a glance that the last number was Blair's. He wondered if anyone had called her. Was she drunk?

The glasses looked quite tall, even though they were slightly narrow. Still, she didn't have a big appetite. Could she gulp one down?

Actually, by the time Wesley could check her WeChat Moments, Blair had already been forced to gulp down two glasses of beer. Of the two calls she had received, one was from a classmate she had in high school and the other one was from Orion.

Joslyn, the birthday girl, had already received five calls. Unfortunately, the calls weren't going to stop for her since everyone would want to wish her, oblivious of the rules of the game.

Just as the group had settled down after one of the calls, one of the boys received a call-from Hartwell!

The boy wanted to cry when he heard what the voice from the other end of the line was saying. "Hi there. I'm Joslyn's husband. Can you put her on the phone for me, please."

The boy replied in an anguished tone, "Sir! Come on! You could have called your wife directly!"

game. I wanted to talk to her so I just randomly picked up a number." It was obvious why. He didn't want

phone to Joslyn, murmuring, "You know, your husband is such

call has to chug it down! We didn't have a restriction on the callers. Pop a glass down, now!"

Joslyn greeted her husband

this game you guys are doing? Take care, huh? I cannot be there, you

fine!

all right. But Blair gets drunk easily. Take care of her.

"Got it."

saw that Blair was drinking her third glass of beer. Remembering what Hartwell had said, she hastily went over to help her. "Blair,

beer; there is very low alcohol content in it." Blair shook her

quite rapidly and pretty soon, the table in front of the eight players was full of glasses and bottles of beer. Those who hadn't taken part in the game helped them open the bottles and fill the glasses. Some of

call her anymore. One important reason behind that was that she hadn't kept in touch with her old friends for long ever since she began to study abroad. However, much to her surprise, she still received quite a number of calls after that. Maybe some of her followers found the game interesting and were just calling her for fun. However, what annoyed her the most

She threw a sideways glance at Joslyn, who was busy herself with her own portion of beer. Helpless, she asked

girl gloated as she pointed to a wealthy boy sitting on the sofa. About a dozen tall glasses were already placed in front of him and

was not that bad. But she was already feeling quite full. And if she got drunk, it would have been

take part in this game, so no matter how much she regretted her decision, she had

their table. Blair and Joslyn were singing at the

she finally had to send up a new post in her Moments. "Please, please. I've drunk eleven glasses already. I can't take another one. Don't call me anymore." There were several crying emojis after that

now. She was going to have no idea what she was doing later on. And she was already drinking her twelfth glass which wasn't

commented below, saying that they were willing to come over and drink her glasses for her. Who would have said no to free beer! Some of the boys even sent a private message to her, asking

game. It will be over soon." She didn't want to involve anyone outside the group and certainly not boys she hadn't even talked to

copied the sentence and also sent it to the

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