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!"

randomly picked up a number."

boy passed his phone to Joslyn, murmuring, "You know, your husband is such a sly fox. This one doesn't

restriction on the callers. Pop a

her husband with

be there, you know? Don't drink too much and keep an eye out for Blair too.

fine! It's

the other end, Hartwell massaged his forehead. "Mmm, all right. But Blair gets drunk easily. Take care of her. Wait for me when the party is over. I'll come

"Got it."

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

is very low

front of you. You haven't even finished your own portion yet." The game progressed quite rapidly and pretty

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 was that some of the calls were from

a sideways glance at Joslyn, who was busy herself with her own portion of beer. Helpless, she asked the others, "Guys,

think there will be even more glasses waiting for you as the game goes on. Look at Aby. He's set quite an example!" A 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 his phone didn't seem to be showing any signs of dying

to him, Blair's situation was not that bad. But she was already feeling quite full. And if she got drunk, it would have

had volunteered to take part in this game, so no matter how much she regretted her decision, she had to face the consequences. She picked up a glass of beer resignedly and began to gulp it down. It didn't even feel that

eight gamers became. Loud music soon began to drift over from their table. Blair and Joslyn were singing at the top of their lungs. One

please. I've drunk eleven glasses already. I can't take another one. Don't call me anymore." There were

asked for mercy in such a pathetic manner. But she was drunk now. She was going to have no idea what she was doing

friends. After she sent out the second post, a lot of people 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

It will be over soon." She didn't want to involve anyone outside the group and

sent it

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