Chapter 582
Chapter 582
“My point is, I want to drink ten bottles. Vodka!” Emmanuel’s calm words
caused the chorus of boos in the room to abruptly stop.
He sure knows how to make an entrance, huh? Vodka? Ten bottles at once?
Could Mackenzie have been impressed by his bragging skills?
Mackenzie also understood what everyone was thinking. However, she was
more observant than the others, and she knew Emmanuel better.
He wasn’t just boasting; he had absolute confidence.
“Bring him ten bottles of vodka,” Mackenzie ordered personally.
The previously astonished crowd was now in an uproar.
Mackenzie truly lives up to her reputation as a ruthless businesswoman, but
will she replace him with another man so quickly?
“But… Miss!” The Quillen family’s servants at the scene were also flustered.
“I said, bring them to him!” Mackenzie coldly reiterated.
“Yes!” The servants had no choice but to comply. They quickly placed ten
bottles of vodka on the table and opened one bottle for everyone to verify.
Then, Emmanuel picked up one bottle and was about to finish it in one go.
“Hey, kid!” Hugo stopped him, chuckling. “Let’s get this straight. This is your
attempt to show off. If you end up drinking yourself to death, it’s none of my
business!”
Emmanuel smiled calmly, finished the bottle in one go, and only then
responded, “You just took the words out of my mouth!”
Hugo did not possess the same calm demeanor as Emmanuel. Provoked, he
suddenly became furious on the spot. “Fine! You drink one bottle, and I’ll drink
one with you!”
After so many years of dominating the drinking scene, he hadn’t been
challenged like this in a long time.
“Deal!” Emmanuel did not waste time engaging in banter and picked up
another bottle, pouring it directly into his mouth.
His movements were bold, and the rhythmic movement of his Adam’s apple
was full of masculinity.
Many women in the audience became infatuated, gradually understanding
why Mackenzie chose him.
Mackenzie maintained a calm facade, but inside, she was thunderstruck.
That is 55 percent vodka! Did this idiot Emmanuel think he was drinking
Mountain Valley Spring Water? Is he asking for death?
However, even after downing several bottles in a row, Emmanuel remained
unfazed.
But the entire room was dumbfounded.
Did he really drink that strong vodka?
Had the merchants become shameless enough to dilute it with water?
Hugo initially thought the same, but after finishing one bottle and preparing
to grab the second, he suddenly collapsed onto the table, spilling alcohol all
over Hubert and the other rich kids.
The whole room erupted in laughter.
“This… How is this possible?” Hubert also suspected that there was something
wrong with the alcohol. He quickly opened the remaining bottles, only to find
that they were all genuine vodka.
Emmanuel then picked up another bottle and finished it in one go,
completely leaving Hubert dumbfounded and on the verge of kneeling.
The entire room applauded Emmanuel.
They acknowledged that this man did indeed have some skills. Whichever
woman got together with him would feel a great sense of security.
“Which one of you still wants to challenge me?” Emmanuel, standing
triumphantly over the defeated Hugo, scanned Hubert and the others.
These people were taken aback, and no one dared to meet his gaze.
Who would want to compete in a drinking match with a madman like him?
Many people at the scene did not despise Hugó and the others, but quite a
few looked at Emmanuel with pity and mockery. Poor dude looked like him
could only back down, so what else could he do? He had already consumed
so much alcohol earlier. If he insisted on drinking more, getting drunk would
be a small matter. The genuine concern was that he might end up getting
himself killed!
Emmanuel’s temperament certainly would not allow him to back down in
front of these people. However, Mackenzie quietly pulled him aside, fearing
“Let’s do it! Let’s do it!”
The men around Hugo joined in the cheering, and the banquet gradually
became rowdy. Everyone was here to see Mackenzie’s man and see what
outstanding qualities he had. However, Emmanuel did not agree immediately
but asked Hugo, “Are you married?”
“Me?” He was momentarily startled, then burst into laughter. “Who doesn’t
know that I, the young master, am a playboy prince? How can I enter the
tomb of love so quickly? Haha…”
“Turns out you’re still single. That puts my mind at ease!” Emmanuel laughed.
“If you accidentally drink yourself to death, at least no woman would turn into
a widow tonight!”
After a moment, the whole room erupted into laughter. Many even clapped!
It turned out Mackenzie’s man showed intelligence and wit, being able to
counterattack with sarcastic remarks against those who mocked him.
“Not bad!” Samantha became even more satisfied with Emmanuel.
“Hmph. I didn’t come here to play word games with you. Let’s get on with it!”
Hugo, who had just been showing off, instantly became furious. He picked up
a bottle from the table and poured it into his mouth as if it were water.
Glug! Only when he slammed the empty bottle on the table that applause
filled the room once again.
“The king of the nightlife truly lives up to his reputation!” Beatrix began to
worry about her brother–in–law. Can he handle this?
“Leading man, it’s your turn! Do you want me to get you a cup?” Hugo wiped
his mouth, feeling proud. “For the sake of Ms. Quillen, as long as you can finish
a bottle of strong liquor, I don’t care how you do it!”
Emmanuel smiled calmly, choosing not to respond for the time being. He
walked to the front of the table, picked up the empty bottle, and clicked his
tongue. “This bottle is indeed too big. Can I have a smaller one?”
“Hahaha…”
As Hugo burst into laughter, everyone looked at Emmanuel with mockery.
They had thought he had some skill, but they did not expect him to be so
embarrassing..
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