When She Unveils Identities

Chapter 70 Get Her Back

“If you’re really allergic to alcohol, it’s not too late to admit defeat now.”

Braden said coldly to Shirley.

His goal was to make Shirley back off, not to hurt her.

Shirley continued to pretend to be weak and looked pitiful. “It doesn’t matter. I want everyone to

feel my sincerity.”

What a stubborn woman!

Braden had run out of patience. He raised his chin and said coldly, “Let’s begin.”

Everyone held their breath and automatically retreated a few steps, silently watching the show.

They played a simple game, rock–paper–scissors.

Braden, who was like a cold iceberg, actually rarely played such games. He only played with Karen and Keith when he wanted to play the game.

He knew that his skills were not that good, but it was more than enough to deal with a newbie like

Shirley.

Surprisingly, Shirley was not defeated at once.

“Rock!”

“Paper.”

“Scissors!”

Seeing that the game was getting more and more intense, Braden frowned slightly and had no

choice but to pay more attention to it.

“Rock!”

Shirley stretched out a fist. Braden stretched out his palm.

She immediately clapped her hands in excitement and smiled like a child. “I’m sorry. Mr. Stewart. You lost Drink up!”

“Ho.t?

Braden was clear, still in a state of confusion

A few seconds ago, he was still thinking of showing Shitley some mercy but he just a few seconds

later

Everyone was also surprised, but no one dared to say anything.

It was a little embarrassing for a man to lose to a woman.

Braden had a cold face and asked Liam to pour him a glass of wine. He drank it all in one gulp and said to Shirley, “Let’s continue.”

“Mr. Stewart, you are really a gentleman. Thank you for letting me win just now. Don’t let me win anymore. Just show me your real strength.”

Shirley held back her laughter and pretended to be grateful.

handsome face was black. He pursed his thin lips and did not

was a coincidence. It must

the game and showed

The second round began.

round was even more strange. Soon,

I’m afraid that you have to have

Braden lost

liquor, the entire bottle of wine was

was also tired and couldn’t help but yawn. She lazily said, “Mr. Stewart, why don’t we forget about this today? If you drink again, you’ll get

“Continue!”

held onto Shirley and continued to

her

no choice

at this drinking

bad at it

cold and boring. It lay in his nature. It was obvious that he did I go to nightclubs frequently. He was not good at these

go to nightclubs a lot but her good friend

desire to win the game Then she would be able to go home

the decanter had been drunk by Braden, Shirley let out a sigh of relief and said to

loses should do

turned to look at Braden and said in a soft and firm voice, “The only request I have for Mr. Stewart is that he should stop interfering with my career and preventing me from entering this industry. We

that, she picked up her bag and

to leave just like

Shirley and tugged at

was already a little drunk. His unsmiling handsome face was actually a little red, but his were

“Or what?”

eyes

but think of that night. He also blocked her way and then

had happened. This kind of irresponsible cowardly behavior made her

won. I have no obligation to stay here with you. If you are

suppressing her anger for a long time,

without

where he was as if he had been slapped across the face. For a

expression on his face.

ice, making people

atmosphere in the private room was gloomy. Everyone

of fear

and elegant She

actually be so bold?

Seatle City, there was no one else who dared to treat Braden so atropanthy except for

‘raden a toleranc

because of

Braden was

to his experiences, Braden was quite difficult to deal with and would do many terrible things

he quickly asked people

would lose control. If so many people saw what Braden. did, Braden would ask Liam to fix the problem. There were so many people

with them!

few

even patted Braden on the shoulder and said earnestly, “Mr. Stewart, don’t

Come on! Even if she cries and begs, I don’t

body fell to the

sit on the dining chair and comforted him softly, “Mr. Stewart,

drunk. I’ll send you

drunk. I’m