Isabella guessed that Seth wouldnât easily agree to her request, but at this point, even if he asked her for a star in the sky, she would have to immediately get a ladder.
The man sat next to her, a hint of malicious intent flashing in his eyes. âDo you know who caused me to get drenched in cold water last night?â
His tone sounded casual, nothing like an accusation, but that still sent chills down Isabellaâs spine. Donât tell me he wants me to take a cold shower.
She clenched her skirt, forcing a stiff smile. âI donât know.â
âA woman who doesnât know better.â The man suddenly turned serious and emphasized each word, âIf I catch her, Iâll make her regret her actions.â
Isabella remained silent.
âDo you agree?â Seth asked.
Isabella awkwardly chuckled. âYouâre right. Serves her right.â
âBut before I was drenched, I had to drink three glasses of strong liquor because of her.â Seth snorted and asked, âHow do you suppose I get even with her?â
Isabella felt a shiver run down her spine as she closed her eyes, boldly suggesting, âMake her drink the same amount of drinks!â
Seth clapped. âGood idea.â
In the meantime, Isabella was bleeding inside. Staring at the manâs neck, she felt an urge to bite him, splattering his blood everywhere.
âDo you need some liquor?â Dariel, who had been watching the scene, came forward with glistening eyes. âI have plenty here. You can drink whatever you want.â
Getting up, Seth strode toward the bar. âHow about I personally make you a cocktail?â
Those words were obviously directed at Isabella.
Isabella got up and approached him, feeling nervous. âIt would be my honor to drink a cocktail you made.â
While she spoke, her eyes were fixed on the various liquor bottles beside Sethâs hand. They were all strong liquors, including vodka and brandy.
Seth went behind the bar and randomly took out three glasses. Then, he said to Isabella while looking at her, âYou shouldnât drink too much. Three glasses is enough.â
The glasses werenât large, making Isabella think Seth was going easy on her, but just as she felt relieved, Seth opened the vodka bottle and filled all three glasses to the brim without hesitation.
While Isabella looked at the three glasses, a train of curses popped into her head. âIs this the cocktail you made?â
Seth leaned against the bar, remarking, âItâs called minimalism.â
Bullsh*t! Isabella released a breath. âVery sophisticated.â
âItâs good that you understand.â Seth didnât seem the slightest bit embarrassed.
Their banter continued as they continued to play dumb. In the meantime, Simon and Dariel enjoyed watching them and would intervene occasionally.
âDrinking three glasses of that might harm a womanâs health.â Simon somewhat disagreed with this and looked toward Seth. âIt would be better to mix some fruit juice into it.â
Seth turned to Isabella and smiled. âWould you like some juice?â
Isabella pursed her lips and shrugged at Simon. âThank you, Mr. Gates, but I donât particularly like fruit juices.â
âRight.â Seth leaned on the bar lazily, pushing a glass of vodka toward Isabella. âVodka should be drunk pure, or else itâs a waste of such a refined spirit.â
Youâre the boss; whatever you say is right. Isabella looked at the glass in front of her and raised it to Seth. âThank you, Mr. Shaffer, for lending me money.â
After saying that, she raised her head and downed the entire glass without giving herself a chance to regret it.
Cough!
It felt like a fire was burning her throat down to her stomach, and Isabella immediately curled up, gritting her teeth to endure the indescribable sensation. She felt like her whole body was on fire, and her brain was a mess, feeling like it would burst in the next second.
âAre you okay?â Dariel was a bit worried, so he picked up a plate of fruit and gave it to her. âEat something to ease the feeling.â
Though Isabella wanted to have some, her peripheral vision caught Sethâs expressionless face, and she gritted her teeth, shaking her head silently.
âTsk! So ruthless. She even came all the way here to give you a gift.â Simon appeared as if he couldnât take this anymore and rapped on the table. âYou almost couldnât stand drinking one glass, so having two more might cause you to drop instantly.â
That was the same as what Isabella estimated. She was still clutching her stomach since she finished her first glass of vodka.
On the other hand, Seth stood tall with one hand in his pocket, his gaze fixed on the top of the womanâs head.
âI drank three large glasses last night, and the last one was a glass of vodka,â
he suddenly said coldly.
Isabella gritted her teeth. Now that she was going through the same thing, she instantly felt that she had gone too far last night, but after thinking about it, she hadnât forced Seth to drink that. He came over himself.
Afterward, she straightened her body, biting her lip while looking at the two glasses, about to reach for them.
âIâll help her drink one glass.â
Simon suddenly came forward, stopping Isabella from taking the glass.
Shocked, Isabella couldnât help but look at him.
Seth stood behind the bar, his gaze moving between the two people as his expression quickly turned gloomy. âWho is she to you? Why would you drink a 300-thousand-dollar drink for her?â
Realizing that the tone sounded off, Dariel quickly went over to mediate the situation. âHey, whatâs going on? Why are you taking this so seriously?â
Then, he grabbed a glass and downed it in one go. He gazed at Seth and said, âHurry up and drink that. Go easy on the young woman.â
However, Seth didnât move, his gaze fixed on Simon.
Simon had no choice but to withdraw his hand and gesture that he surrendered.
Seeing that, Isabella pouted before grabbing the glass, ready to finish it on her own, but before she could touch the glass, a manâs hand had already taken it away.
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