Novel Square
Chapter 146
Chapter 146
Chapter 146 Cheating
“Isn’t this ridiculous?”
This is the eighth round already. Did someone tamper with the wheel? How can the result be the same
eight times consecutively?”
“This is the thirteenth time. There must be something wrong with the wheel. Get the staff to replace it.”
“F*ck. This is the twenty-first time we landed at the same punishment! This wheel must be possessed!”
“Mr. Vilmar, I can’t drink anymore. Why don’t you get someone else to help?”
“I’ve had enough. Get out of my way. I need to go to the restroom!”
Thereafter, Vilmar seemed to have been jinxed. Every spin he took would always stop at the square
where the punishment was to drink three bottles.
Even though the wheel was changed, the result remained the same.
In just half an hour, the wheel he spun ended up on the same square twenty-seven times, resulting in a
cumulative punishment of drinking eighty-one bottles.
Matthias and the group of more than ten men drank three bottles each on his behalf, while Ariendel and
the girls drank one to two each.
The end result was half of them collapsing on the couch, while the other half could barely stand.
There were some who even puked on the spot, making for a disgusting scene.
After letting out a burp. Finnegan put his arm around Mandy and said. “Do you want to continue
playing, Mr. Vilmar? Or do you want to finish the outstanding bottles first before we do?”
Vilmar still had twelve bottles of alcohol to drink.
“I can’t believe how good I am in telling the future. I predicted that you would need everyone to drink on
your behalf, and it happened just as I said!”
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“Finnegan!” After downing his fifth bottle, Vilmar grabbed the spinning wheel and smashed it on the
ground. With the veins on his temple throbbing, he shouted, “You must be cheating! Otherwise, my luck
would never be this bad!”
“Me? Cheating?”
Finnegan, who appeared drunk, broke into a mischievous smile. “Mr. Vilmar, if you aren’t up to it, just
say so. What’s the point in making such baseless allegations? Did I accuse you of cheating when I was
losing consecutively just now?”
Vilmar supported himself with both hands on the table and felt his head spin. “Then why am I so
unlucky?”
“Didn’t I ask myself the same question in the beginning?” Finnegan pointed at the twelve bottles of
Alcohol. “However, I accepted my fate in the end. Are you not going to accept yours?” Before Vilmar
could reply. Finnegan put his hand down. “Obviously, you can always blame someone else if you want
to go.
back on your word. Just as I said, those who aren’t sporting are just useless pieces of sh*tl”
Despite being under the effects of the alcohol, Vilmar, whose mind was still clear, fumed, “Who says I’m
going back on my word?”
“In that case, you should finish the drinks!”
After struggling to open her eyes, Mandy closed them again as she leaned against Finnegan’s b*dy.
All she wanted to do now was keep her eyes shut, as opening them would cause her world to spin.
Clenching his teeth, Vilmar steadied himself with one hand while picking up another bottle with the
other. “Matthias, all of you, drink one more bottle each for me!”
He had no idea how he ended up being so unlucky that evening.
The only thing he was sure of was that he had to keep his word, or else, he would become the
laughingstock of the city.
Matthias, who was sitting on the floor in an unsightly manner, shook his head. “Mr. Vilmar, I can’t drink
another drop!”
As Vilmar’s lapdog, he had downed five bottles and puked in the washroom twice.
“Stop complaining. Do you really want to be called pieces of sh*t?”
Recalling what was said earlier, Matthias and the others steeled themselves and took another bottle
each.
Unfortunately, some of them began to throw up on their companions after taking just a single mouthful.
As for the others whose stomachs were already churning, they, too, vomited as a result.
The sour stench that filled the room created a chain reaction where even those who could still stand
began to puke, resulting in a chaotic scene.
“Argh, this is so disgusting. Why did you puke on me?”
“You b*stard, I’m going to kill you!”
“F*ck! Why did you have to vomit in my direction?”
Amidst the chaos, Vilmar, who was in the middle of his drink, couldn’t hold back any longer.
He vomited all over Ariendel.
“Mr. Vilmar!” she screamed.
Watching the disorder in the room, Finnegan could feel the effects of the alcohol dissipate within him
He let out a sigh as he stood up with Mandy in his arms. “It looks like that’s the end of the game. In that
case, I’m going off now. I’ll leave all of you with one piece of advice. Whatever you do, don’t ever go too
far. Otherwise, all you’re doing is shooting yourself in the foot!”
When Vilmar looked up and saw that Finnegan looked sober and was walking with a steady gait, he
was struck by an epiphany.
“Finnegan, you really were cheating!” he roared as he tried to grab Finnegan by reflex.
However, the moment he got to his feet, the spinning sensation in his head intensified significantly,
causing him to lose his balance and fall into a pool of vomit.
In that instant, he puked with greater intensity. With tears and mucus streaming down his face, he felt
as if all his organs were going to be thrown up too.
Staring at the mess before him, Finnegan sneered, “Why did you have to step on my toes, you pathetic
bunch of fools!”
With that, he turned and left with Mandy in his arms.
Vilmar, who was grimacing on the floor, finally felt a little better a few minutes later.
“Finnegan!”
“Grandpa. Finnegan has caused trouble again!”
When it was getting late, Stephen walked into Nathan’s courtyard at the Wright residence.
The latter was enjoying coffee, as he couldn’t sleep much due to his age.
Despite hearing the words, Nathan was a sea of calm. “Did he get into a conflict with the Zymons kid
again?”
“It’s not Solomon this time, but Vilmar of the Royle family!”
Nathan paused to take a sip of his coffee. “Vilmar of Bellridge?”
Nodding, Stephen related what he had just learned to Nathan.
Finally, he added, “Finnegan could have ignored Mandy’s little scheme and left, but the disparagement
and provocation showed by Vilmar and his group caused him to confront them. The incident resulted in
Vilmar and his entire entourage being sent to the hospital and put on the IV drip, and that was how the
grudge between them started.”
Nathan chuckled as he put his cup down. “No wonder he’s known as the Mischievous Doctor. I now
understand how this moniker came to be.”
Finnegan would not mess with anyone for no reason, neither was he someone to be trifled with.
Stephen suggested, “Grandpa, should we get Finnegan to tone down a little? Ever since he returned to
Jadeborough, I realized he has been creating one mess after another which we always have to clean
up for him!”
Nathan threw the question back at him. “Did Finnegan cause trouble on his own accord?”
“N-Not that I know of…”
“Exactly. He would never do something like that.” Nathan nodded. “He has minded his own business all
this while, so what right do we have to demand that he allow himself to be bullied?” Right then, Nathan
let out a thoughtful laugh. “Besides, if we don’t allow him to offend more people, how are we going to
be useful to him? How are we going to get him to return to Durbaine? Don’t forget that this is what Old
Mr. Samson instructed us to do before he left.”
Stephen’s eyelids twitched. “Grandpa, does Old Mr. Samson actually hope that Finnegan pisses off
more people?”
Nathan coughed lightly while waving his hand. “You should get some rest. I don’t care who Finnegan
p*sses off. All that matters is that he’s safe.”
“What if his life is threatened?”
“In that case, eliminate whoever poses a threat to him!”