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!"

so I just randomly picked up a number." It was obvious why. He didn't want his wife or Blair

phone to Joslyn, murmuring, "You know, your

"You wish! You know the rules! Whoever gets a call has to chug it down! We didn't have a restriction on the callers. Pop a glass down, now!" While Joslyn was busy talking to Hartwell on the phone, the boy was forced by the group to gulp a

Joslyn greeted her husband with a

helplessly, Hartwell 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

it's fine! It's just

his forehead. "Mmm, all right. But Blair gets drunk easily. Take care of her. Wait for me when the party

"Got it."

Blair was drinking her third glass of beer. Remembering what Hartwell had said, she hastily went over to help her. "Blair, let me drink that for you. I have a better

is very

you're one 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 front of

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 completely strangers who had deliberately pulled a prank on her. Most probably, they were the followers of the other seven

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

as she pointed to a wealthy boy sitting on the

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

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

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

drunk eleven glasses already. I can't take another one. Don't call me anymore." There were several crying emojis

now. She was going to have no idea what she was doing later on. And she was already drinking her twelfth glass which

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 for her

the comments and replied, "No, thanks. It's just a game. It will be over soon." She didn't

sentence and also sent it to the boys who

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