Lord Protector Novel

Chapter 512

However, what she didn’t know was that she was overthinking it.

The reason Zeke wanted to drink a few more glasses was simply because he liked how the wine tasted.

Although the wine in the army was good, it was too strong and had little to no market value.

This exquisite bottle of aged wine was the real deal.

Helping her out was just an excuse for him to drink.

Mr. Terence and the others were filled with anticipation.

At the rate he was downing drinks, they wouldn’t need to send him to the hospital anymore, but instead straight to the crematorium.

Haha. We’ll make him drink until he drops dead.

Mr. Terence gladly agreed. “No problem. How do you want to do this? If you drink any less than what I deem passable, I won’t give Ms. Edwards the settlement.”

“I won’t waste time toasting to each of you one by one. I will down five glasses in a row, and you guys down three each. What do you say?” Zeke said.

“Deal. Haha.” Mr. Terence laughed gleefully.

Levi drank five more glasses, bringing the total amount to four and a half bottles.

Drinking so much in such a short time was literally a death sentence.

Sharon’s complexion paled a few shades. “Zeke, I appreciate your kindness, but you should really stop drinking... I don’t want the settlement anymore.”

Zeke smiled lightly and said, “It’s a pity to let such good wine go to waste. Come, let’s toast!”

The girls immediately filled their glasses to the brim. The six men polished off their drinks one after another.

Sharon’s heartbeat sped up all throughout the process and she clutched tightly onto Zeke’s shirt.

She was worried that Zeke would fall off his seat at any moment.

She made up her mind to immediately rush Zeke to the hospital once this was over. She didn’t want the settlement money anymore.

If she delayed sending him to the hospital any longer, he would be drinking to his own demise.

Soon, they were done drinking.

Fortunately, Zeke hadn’t collapsed yet.

Mr. Terence and the lot had drunk more than what they were usually accustomed to.

One bottle was their usual limit, but now, they had drunk a bottle and a half, not to mention doing so within such a short span of time. Thus, they were clearly beginning to feel tipsy. They could barely stay upright in their seats as they swayed side to side with all the wine churning in their stomachs.

However, they still tried to push through the haze and focus on Zeke, waiting to see him make a laughingstock out of himself.

Even if he didn’t collapse on the spot, he’d definitely vomit blood.

But they were all dumbfounded when they saw Zeke’s condition.

At this moment, he was much more sober than before. He lounged in his seat, looking completely calm and composed. There was even a hint of enjoyment on his face when he said, “That’s seriously some quality wine.”

What in the world!

Mr. Terence’s jaw was hanging off its hinges, and the other four men weren’t faring any better.

Sharon rubbed her eyes, seriously thinking that she was hallucinating.

The five young girls at the table also had looks of admiration on their faces. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

This man’s alcohol tolerance is no joke.

It turned out that he wasn’t a bumpkin who indulged in alcohol the second he got the chance, but

instead, he was bidding his time, waiting for the right moment to show his hand.

He was obviously putting on a show when he swayed in his seat earlier.

He was the one who made a fool out of Mr. Terence in the end, not the other way round.

Zeke looked at Mr. Terence with a slight smile. “Mr. Terrence, a real man always keeps his word. So, I urge you to settle the balance now.”

Mr. Terence cursed in his heart when he realized that he was played the fool.

He glared fiercely at Zeke. “We’ll talk about it later!”

Then, he stood and prepared to leave.

He couldn’t suppress the nauseous feeling any longer and had to head to the toilet to empty out his guts.

However, Zeke halted him. “Stay right there. Mr. Terence, are you planning to make a run for it?”

Mr. Terence was infuriated and abruptly yelled, “Get lost. Who do you f**king think you are? How dare you stop me?”

Seeing that his initial plan was about to come apart, Mr. Terence had no choice but to shed all pretenses of amiability and act shameless in order to get himself out of this predicament.

The girls also came to his aid.

Even though they admired Zeke’s alcohol tolerance, what was the point of having a skill like that?

Without power and influence, he was merely an ant beneath Mr. Terence’s boot.

“Do you go around snooping into everyone’s business? Just mind yourself!”

“Mr. Terence, ignore people like him. I’ll accompany you to the washroom.”

“Hmph! I knew he was bad news at first glance. Don’t drink with people like him from now on.”