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

it was a coincidence. It must be a

had to focus on the game and showed

The second round began.

round was even more strange.

you have to

Braden lost all the

bottle of wine

yawn. She lazily said, “Mr. Stewart, why don’t we forget about this today? If you drink again, you’ll get

“Continue!”

a little blurry as he held onto Shirley and

her

had no choice but to

at this drinking game

bad at it

It lay in his nature. It was obvious that he did I go to nightclubs frequently. He was not good

didn’t go to nightclubs a lot but her good friend Nau y always drank

she would have deliberately lost to Braden who had a strong desire to win the game Then she would be able to go home rather fox at

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

loses should do one thing

request I have for Mr. Stewart is that he should stop interfering with my career and preventing me from entering this industry. We will

up her bag and prepared to

want to leave just

stood in front of Shirley and tugged at

actually a

“Or what?”

eyes

at Braden’s dazed eyes, Shirley couldn’t help but think of that night. He also blocked her way and then had sex

nothing had happened. This kind of irresponsible cowardly

won. I have no obligation to stay here with you. If you are a sore loser, you should be the one

long time, avoided

room without looking

been slapped across the face. For a long time,

expression on his face.

ice, making people unable to figure

private room was gloomy. Everyone

of fear

rumored that Shirley was well behaved and elegant She was a

actually be so bold?

no one else who dared to

‘raden a toleranc

because

Braden was alrady

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

quickly asked people to

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

with them!

few words of

looked experienced. He even patted Braden on the shoulder and said earnestly, “Mr. Stewart,

Come on! Even if she

body fell to the ground with a proud

quickly helped him to sit on the dining chair and comforted him softly,

I’ll

drunk. I’m