I Quit Mr. Shaffer ( Isabella Symons ) Chapter 73
I Quit, Mr. Shaffer ( Isabella Symons )
Chapter 73
The man swallowed the drink and barely registered the taste before
suddenly feeling dizzy and nearly falling backward.
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Upon seeing Isabella adding extra alcohol to the manâs drink, the bartender
knew he wouldnât last a minute and signaled the security to take him away.
Indeed, the man collapsed as soon as the security intervened.
A group of men whistled as their gaze toward Isabella changed slightly.
Isabella felt relieved and a bit woozy as she remarked coolly, âYou canât even
handle a drink, yet you want to take me away.â
She didnât lower her voice, so many around heard her words.
âDoes that mean if someone doesnât collapse after drinking your drink, they
can take you away?â Someone seized the opportunity and challenged
Isabella.
She glanced at the bartender, who discreetly handed her a bottle from under
the counter. The message was clear.
Add a lethal dose, and no one can take you away.
âSure.â Isabella gained confidence and played along immediately. âAs long as
someone can drink three consecutive glasses, Iâll leave with him.â
The present crowd were experts at drinking. Facing Isabellaâs exceptional
allure, plenty of them were eager to offer themselves.
Isabella skillfully mixed drinks. Each glass was seemingly different but had
essentially the same base.
Each challenger failed after just one glass.
As she reached the fifth challenger, the atmosphere heated up. Men didnât
back down when their pride was challenged.
A muscular man stepped up and surprisingly didnât collapse after a single
drink.
The crowd erupted in cheers as they cheered the man.
âGo with him. He wonât disappoint you!â
There were jests and playful remarks all around.
Isabella wasnât afraid. Even if he didnât fall after the first two drinks, he would
fall after drinking the third drink as it wasnât alcohol anymore. She wouldnâtâ
leave with anyone, no matter what.
She prepared the second glass and placed it in front of the man.
âSir, please.â
The muscular man was already dazed. His hand trembled as he reached for
the glass, and his eyes were fixed on it.
Despite his hesitation, the cheering crowd pressured him, and he managed
to down the second glass.
One, two⦠He remained standing!
He was surprised, and the crowd cheered.
âThird glass! Third glass!â
The chanting echoed in perfect unison as if rehearsed.
Isabella smiled subtly while secretly holding the special item the bartender
had given her.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
The muscular man crashed onto the bar counter and was completely
unconscious.
A chorus of disapproving sounds filled the room.
Isabella sighed in relief as she knew she didnât need to waste the special
substance.
The security carried the unconscious man away, and the daring acts came
to an end. Others, who saw how potent the drinks were, became a bit wary.
They were here to have fun. They did not want to end up in the hospital.
Isabella scanned the area and noticed no one dared to approach anymore.
She sat at the bar counter and mixed herself a glass of fruit wine while
enjoying it so much her eyes narrowed.
She felt a bit tipsy and lightheaded, but her mind remained clear. She
hummed a tune absentmindedly and felt completely relaxed.
Knock. Knock.
There were two tapping sounds.
She squinted while lifting her head in a daze.
A man wearing a silver mask stood at the bar counter, and his fingers were
tapping the surface as he stared intently at her face.
Isabella leaned on the counter while facing the man. It was hard to discern
his features as the colorful lights were behind him. Even the lower half of his
face, which was revealed by the mask, only showed a pair of thin lips.
His lips were aesthetically pleasing, with a delightful shade of red.
âDrink,â He prompted her after seeing her lack of response.
Isabella was startled and felt the voice was familiar. She jolted up from her
seat while looking at the man in front of her with blurry eyes.
Se⦠Seth?
No way. He couldnât teleport. He should be in Imperia right now.
She stared straight at him, but he seemed even more impatient as he
tapped the table repeatedly.
âDrink.â
Isabella murmured in acknowledgment. She had almost forgotten the
promise she made about the three drinks.
She made a drink for him casually while refraining from using the black
bottleâs contents.
The man took the drink before rubbing the rim gently. âThree drinks, and youâll
leave with me?â
Isabella was momentarily puzzled and then remembered the earlier bet. She
regretted her casual drink preparation.
She watched as the man downed the drink in one go. His expression
remained unchanged as he returned the glass to her. âSecond glass.â
Isabella felt a bit panicked under his gaze but was forced to maintain a smile.
Their actions drew the attention of the crowd again, gathering those who
were about to leave. Upon seeing it was the second glass already, the crowd
quickly started chanting.
Isabella glanced at the black bottle and realized there wasnât much liquid left.
It was barely enough for one more glass.
She looked at the bartender, who oddly avoided eye contact.
What was going on?
âYou dare not make the drink? Werenât you arrogant earlier?â The manâs thin
lips lifted slightly, and his tone was tinged with mockery.
Isabella swallowed hard as she scrutinized the man repeatedly. She was
trying to confirm if he was indeed Seth.
âSecond drink. Hurry up!â Someone from the crowd cheered while urging
Isabella.
She was unable to decline, so she poured all the contents from the black
bottle into the glass. If this man didnât fall, she still had her trump card.
âYour drink.â She handed the prepared drink to the man once again before
locking eyes with him.