Chapter 203 Defying Science

Daniel was escorted to the nearby blood testing van. Inside sat a woman in a doctor’s coat who was

older and stern-looking, with a tough demeanor that suggested she was not one to be trifled with.

She glanced at Daniel and barked, “Stretch out your arm and roll up your sleeve.”

“Yes, ma’am, please go easy on me!” responded Daniel.

Ava: ...

What was with this guy, calling every woman 'ma’am'?

But it worked. The woman’s movements softened considerably after Daniel’s compliment. The blood

draw was quick and nearly painless.

The results came back in no time: Daniel’s blood alcohol content was 0. Ava was stunned.

“You really didn’t drink?” she asked incredulously.

“How could he not have drunk? He downed gallons of vodka! The test must be wrong; you should

draw blood again and retest!” Brittany was adamant because she had seen him drink. How could

his BAC be 0? It was downright unscientific!

That’s when the doctor spoke up. “Are you questioning my test results? My professionalism? If I say

he hasn’t drunk, then he hasn’t. Besides, have you ever seen anyone drink gallons of vodka?”

“Off you go!” she dismissed them.

Without evidence, Ava had no choice but to let them go.

Back on the road in the car, Brittany was fuming, clenching her fists, itching to give the country boy

beside her a good punch. As the notion grew more peculiar, she asked with a scowl, “How is it that

after drinking so much, your blood has no trace of alcohol?”

"Because I have a miraculous ability! Ever since I was a kid, I discovered I could drink alcohol like

water. No matter how much I drink, it doesn’t stay in my body. So next time you want to mess with

me, don't try to get me drunk, because it just won't happen – never!"

"You... What a waste of good vodka!" Brittany lamented, regretting the night’s wasted efforts. But

she hadn't entirely missed her mark; she did prevent him from having a candlelight dinner with

Jessica. With his tolerance, what if he got Jessica drunk and took advantage?

The thought sent chills down her spine.

Just then, Brittany's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"What?"

"Don’t panic, I'm on my way!"

She hung up and directed Daniel, "Turn here; we're going to Bell Street."

"Bell Street? What are we doing there? You gonna treat me to midnight snacks?"

"Zip it and just go!"

Soon, they arrived at Bell Street, a street bustling with food vendors. Brittany led Daniel to a snack

bar owned by her cousin, Amelia Jones.

Unlike the other taco stands filled with customers, this place had only leftover dishes on the tables

and not a single diner in sight. Instead, a group of tough-looking men with buzz cuts, tattoos, and

carrying cleavers each occupied a table, marking their territory across the small eatery.