Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 852

Chapter 852

In just a few minutes, Finley and his men had completely wiped out every dish on the table. All that was left were scraps and cold broth–not even a bite worth eating

‘Had these guys not eaten in months?‘ Irene cursed them in her head, though she forced a polite smile.

On the other hand, Christina had not touched her utensils. She could not stand any of them except for Finley, and even he was not much better.

One look at the rest of the Hidden Dragons, and it was obvious–they were nothing but brainless thugs, leering at her with disgusting eyes.

Leroy let out an awkward laugh. “Mr. Moore, If the food wasn’t enough, I’ll have the housekeepers whip up some more. Come on, let’s drink instead! Tonight, we’re drinking until we drop!”

Finley smirked. “My boys measure their alcohol in barrels, not glasses. You’re Christina’s little brother, right? I’d hate to see you end up in the hospital.”

Leroy was desperate to get on Finley’s good side, so there was no way he would back down.

He pounded his chest and said, “Come on, Mr. Moore, don’t underestimate me! I might not be a match for you in a fight, but when it comes to drinking? In Jayrodale, I’ve never lost!”

Finley let out a low chuckle. To him, Leroy was nothing more than an eager little lackey–not even worth his time. Still, since he was here to eat at the Stevens mansion, he had to at least play along, so he turned to his crew and said, “Alright, boys, keep him company. But don’t overdo it—we wouldn’t want the kid ending up in the ER.”

His men said nothing; they just poured the drinks and started knocking them back.

Leroy refused to admit defeat, gulping down glass after glass, matching them round for round.

Meanwhile, Finley turned his attention back to Christina and smiled. “Ms. Stevens, why don’t you have a drink with me too?”

Christina shook her head. “Sorry, Mr. Moore, I don’t drink.”

Originally, the plan was to invite the Hidden Dragons over and see if they could form a connection.

However, she had not expected Finley and his crew to be so crude, spending the whole night stuffing their faces, getting wasted, and throwing around dirty jokes that made her sick to her stomach.