Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 793:

“No, thank you. I can’t drink anymore,” Rachel declined as politely as she could.

The man scowled. “That’s not fair! Why can you drink with others but not with me? I’m not asking much, just one glass.”

Before Rachel could respond, more glasses were shoved into her hands, one after another, as the men jeered and egged her on. Her vision started to spin, and she began to lose her grip on the situation.

Then, long, elegant fingers emerged through the crowd. “I’ll drink on behalf of Ms. Marsh.”

In her dazed state, Rachel assumed it was Samira. Then, a waiter appeared and ushered her to a separate couch where she could rest.

Needless to say, the men were unwilling to let her go. “Who do you think you are?” they demanded from the newcomer.

The woman flashed them a smile. “I am her subordinate. As such, it is my duty to drink on her behalf when she is no longer able.”

“All right! Since you volunteered yourself, don’t blame us for what happens next!”

The group didn’t hold back at all. But at the same time, they had sorely underestimated this woman’s alcohol tolerance. She turned out to be a force to be reckoned with, able to out-drink just about anyone in the room. It didn’t take long for the men to admit defeat in the drinking game.

“Another round?” The woman swept a gaze over the room. In her high heels, she stood taller than most of the men.

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There was a commanding quality to her tone and presence that warned them not to act too boldly. “No, no more! I—I can’t drink anymore…” one of the men stammered.

“Oh, come on now. Have a few more glasses.” The woman poured another drink without batting an eye and handed it to the man who had spoken.

The man frantically waved his hands in front of him. “No, no, please! I really can’t drink anymore, or I’ll die!”

“Is that so?” The woman’s voice rose, her gaze turning icy. “If you can’t drink that much yourself, then don’t force it on others—especially Ms. Marsh. If I see any of you try to pull this stunt again, I’ll show you who’s the real boss of drinking.”

The men, too drunk to think properly, were too stunned to question why a mere subordinate would dare to speak to them like that.

Satisfied that she had put them in their place, the woman turned on her heel and headed upstairs.noveldrama

All settled,” she said softly to the stern-looking man sitting on the sofa.

“Good. Thank you for today.” Brian’s face remained unreadable, betraying none of his emotions.

He took a deep drag from his cigarette. A thick curtain of smoke had already fallen over the room, signaling just how many cigarettes he’d already gone through.

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