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!"

picked up a number." It was obvious why. He didn't want his wife or Blair to drink too much, so he had deliberately

murmuring, "You know, your

a glass down, now!" While Joslyn was busy talking to Hartwell on the phone, the boy was forced by the group to gulp a tall glass

Joslyn greeted her husband

cautioned her, "What's this game you guys are doing? Take care, huh? I cannot be there, you know? Don't drink too much and keep an eye out for Blair too. Don't let

it's fine! It's

down. On the other end, Hartwell massaged his forehead. "Mmm, all right. But Blair gets drunk easily. Take care of her. Wait for me when

"Got it."

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

no need. It's just beer; there is very low alcohol content in it." Blair

to talk! Look at the three glasses of beer in front of you. You haven't even finished your own portion yet." The game progressed quite rapidly and pretty soon, the table in

to her surprise, she still received quite a number of calls after that. Maybe some of her followers found the game interesting and

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

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

already feeling quite full. And if she got drunk, it would have been

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.

and Joslyn were singing at the top of their lungs. One of the songs they chose turned out to be a romantic duet. In her drunken moment, Blair released all of her bottled up emotions

the end, she finally had to send up a new post in her Moments. "Please, please. I've drunk eleven glasses already. I

such a pathetic manner. But she was drunk now. She was going to

saying that they were willing to come over and drink her glasses for her. Who would have said no to free

"No, thanks. It's just a game. It will be over soon." She didn't want to involve anyone outside

and also sent it to the boys who had texted

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