Chapter 54
Chapter 54
Chapter 54 Punishing The Troublemaker
After that, he raised one of the shot glasses.
With a horrified look, Patrick stopped him, “Mr. Lund, no. Don’t do it!”
However, Emrys had already downed a shot.
Turning around, Patrick gave Randal another slap as he roared, “You b*stard! What are you spacing
out for? Pour me two shots quickly!”
Even though Randal was oblivious to why his father was stricken by fear, he quickly did as he was told. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.
Upon raising the two shot glasses, Patrick pinched his nose and downed them.
At that moment, Emrys had already downed his second shot, causing Patrick to anxiously follow up
with another two.
Thereafter, Patrick would fearfully drink two glasses for every single one Emrys took. There was no
time for him to take a break in between shots.
Soon, Patrick bent forward to vomit uncontrollably.
“Dad…”
“Top up my glass, d*mn it! Barf-”
Despite throwing up continuously, Patrick didn’t stop drinking. As long as Emrys continued, he had no
choice but to follow.
In contrast to the miserable condition Patrick was in, Emrys seemed unscathed by the effects of
alcohol. He looked as if he was downing shots upon shots of water instead of hard liquor.
With every drink he took, he would take one step forward.
Upon the final step… Thud!
Emrys stood before Randal with a solemn look on his face. “Now that I’ve completed the challenge,
what are you going to do?”
His words, just like those uttered by the devil himself, gripped Randal with fear.
Emrys was standing in his face, glaring at him with his black obsidian eyes that looked like the
bottomless abyss of hell itself.
A terrifying aura quickly enveloped Randal.
What sort of monster have I offended today?
Meanwhile, the pissed–drunk Patrick collapsed on the ground with a thud. Right before losing
consciousness, he muttered, “Mr. Lund, I… am… sorry.”
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Thereafter, Randal dropped to his knees and began smashing his head on the ground repeatedly.
However, he had no idea why his father was so afraid of Emrys but was instead terrified by the aura the
latter exuded Sometimes, fear was a contagious thing.
Amidst the sound of Randal’s head knocking on the ground, everyone else in the private room held
their breath in shock. Soon, all they saw was Randal fainting on the floor, right beside his father.
“What’s going on? Who is so brazen as to cause trouble in my establishment?”
All of a sudden, the deep voice of a middle–aged man rang out. It was quickly followed by a group of
black–clad b*dyguards swarming into the room.
“Mr. Warhol. he’s the one causing trouble. Seize him quickly and give him a good round of beating!”
Claire seemed to have lost her mind. The moment she managed to catch her breath, she hurried up to
the middle–aged man to complain.
The latter was visibly stunned. “And you are?”
“I’m Claire Brown. Mr. Warhol. Have you forgotten that we have done business toge—”
-Shut up!”
The middle–aged man stopped Claire immediately, for he obviously remembered who she was.
Half a month ago, the middle–aged man had gone to a club to chill. It was there that he got to know
Claire. Although her looks were ordinary, her youth and makeup allowed her to significantly elevate her
attractiveness.
Moreover, her provocative outfit and sensuous dancing drew the middle–aged man’s attention like a
siren song.
As Claire quickly recognized that he was someone rich, she readily spent the night with him and was
handsomely rewarded subsequently.
That was the reason why he was anxious to have Claire shut up.
After all, it was a private matter between both of them, and he would rather it stay that way.
Nevertheless, regardless of whether he intended to stand up for Claire, he was obliged to do something
to enforce the rules of Fusion House.
The troublemaker has to be severely punished.
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