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.

black. He pursed his thin lips and

coincidence. It must be a

on the game

The second round began.

even more strange.

that you have to have another

game went on. Braden lost

could hold his liquor, the entire bottle of wine was about to be emptied, and

Stewart, why don’t we forget about this

“Continue!”

blurry as he held onto Shirley and continued

her

no choice but to

that Braden was not good at this drinking game But she didn’t expect him to

bad at it

private life was cold and boring. It lay in his nature. It was obvious that he did I go to nightclubs frequently. He

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

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

sigh of relief and said to everyone, “Everyone saw that Mr. Stewart lost. I hope he will keep

now, we agreed that whoever loses

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 will compete fairly and

her

leave

front of Shirley and

drunk. His unsmiling handsome face was actually a little

“Or what?”

eyes

eyes, Shirley couldn’t help but think of that

he pretended that nothing had happened. This kind of irresponsible cowardly behavior

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

long time, avoided him

room without looking

slapped across the

expression on his face.

face was as cold as ice, making people unable to figure out what was on his

was gloomy. Everyone looked at

of fear

well behaved and elegant She was

actually be so bold?

no one else who dared to treat Braden

‘raden a toleranc

this because of

Braden

difficult to deal with and

he quickly asked people to leave

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 people that Liam

with them!

a few words

an old man who looked experienced. He even patted Braden on the shoulder and said earnestly, “Mr. Stewart, don’t be discouraged. Take

her back? Come on! Even if she cries

fell to the

helped him to sit on the dining chair and comforted

drunk. I’ll send you

drunk.