What Separates Me and You

Chapter 173 Favor or Request

Josephine dared not get her hopes up because every time she did, utter disappointment followed.

He didn’t urge her to drink, no doubt. But he kept Sierra out of this altogether, didn’t he?

She sat silently, staring at her toes. Time seemed to crawl by.

Everyone was watching Eva as she drank. Her alcohol tolerance was indeed excellent, but she started swaying after downing five or six bottles.

She excused herself to go to the washroom. Staggering, she walked about a dozen feet away before squatting next to a dustbin, retching and vomiting uncontrollably.

Kale’s face darkened.

Josephine saw Eva’s condition and felt sympathy for her.

Shiftily, Kiran looked back and forth between Josephine and Lewis out of the corner of his eyes. His expression was incomprehensible.

Kale took a bottle and said, “I’ll go on while Eva’s using the washroom.”

They were halfway there, and it would be a pity to give up now.

He needed only to finish two or three bottles and let Eva handle the rest. Then, they would seal the deal.

However, he missed the glint in Lewis’ eyes.

He wasn’t familiar with Lewis and naively thought Lewis was just another businessman.

Those who knew Lewis would have known it would take inexplicable mercy on Lewis’ side to strike another deal with him in the future after things turned out this way, let alone acquiring the 50 percent increase Lewis offered.

It would be fortunate if Kale’s business operations could run as usual after this.

At least, that was how Kiran saw it.

Kale’s quite a heavy drinker too, but he had already drunk a considerable amount before this. He could take another four bottles at most, nothing more.

Eva took her time in the washroom and returned to her seat only after Kale finished another four bottles.

single word and proceeded with her task as

event weren’t exactly assistants. Most were specifically hired

drink for their employers.

off that skill, so they could only take everything that came their way, even if they encountered people who would deliberately force alcohol on them.

down her neck and dampened the front of her shirt, attracting

and averted her gaze.

leaving his collar open. He sat slackly on the sofa with a cigarette between his fingers. His expression was indifferent, deeming everything happening around him nothing but a

continued drinking robotically, but

six bottles on the

taking a few sips at a time and going to the washroom

until it was 5 am.

Everyone was sleepy.

be morning by the time she finishes drinking.

unhurriedly, “What’s the rush? As per Mr. Wallace,

up and remained

a partnership, and he and the others had come to a consensus to take the opportunity to

how severe the crisis was; it was only a matter of

its crisis now could ensure more profit for

as the party of weaker bargaining strength, it was clearly impossible for them to

was proof that he didn’t

blatantly fight over the opportunity to establish a partnership with Alvarez Corp, even if none of the larger

everyone had been through the same phase. Aristocrats aside, most

started

it turned against him. That was the

he

passed out

two bottles were left, he made up

bottles down heavily on the table. Before he could speak, he turned toward the dustbin

him scowled and

Alvarez, I finished the liquor. You’d

on his sleeve, and picked up his coat. “It’s morning. Let’s dismiss. I had fun tonight.”