Chapter 241
After all, the agreement was something Grace herself had admitted to. If she went back on it now, Simon certainly wouldn’t let her off the hook.
Still, anyone who drank ten bottles of vodka would end up in the hospital.
Grace bit her lip, not even bothering to look at Ethan. She didn’t need to think-he must have regretted coming to the private room by now.
She took a deep breath. If she was going to end up in the hospital, then so be it. At least she could finish the task.
She walked toward the table stacked with liquor.
The private room was spacious, measuring approximately a thousand square feet. The coffee table was nearly as tall as a person, covered with expensive bottles of alcohol.
She grabbed a bottle of high-proof vodka and was about to drink it down when she caught sight of Ethan sitting in his wheelchair. His head was lowered, as though he were deep in thought.
After finishing the bottle, a fiery pain surged in her stomach, and her cheeks flushed. She could feel the strong scent of alcohol lingering in her nostrils.
Just as she was about to open the second bottle, she saw Ethan getting ready to leave.
Her fingers curled slightly, but she opened the second bottle anyway.
Simon wasn’t actually trying to get her killed here. It was clear that Grace was forcing herself, and he quickly waved his hand.
“Alright. Go wait by my car. I’ll come over later to grab the documents and take a look,” Simon said.
Grace put the bottle down and quickly responded, “Alright, thank you, Mr. Yule.” Simon hurried to catch up with Ethan, concerned that he might be upset, knowing Ethan hated jokes like these between men and women.
In the private room, the remaining trust fund kids finally felt bold enough to speak up. The whispers started.
“Why does Ethan have such an intense presence? The moment he walked in, it felt like some invisible force made me hide my phone.”
“I felt the same way.”
“My family told me never to provoke him.”
Grace, listening to the whispers around her, grabbed her bag and flashed them a smile.
“Sorry to interrupt, everyone. See you next time.”
The people who had been hoping to see her embarrassed now felt a little awkward seeing her so composed.
“As the saying goes, you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.”
Grace walked over to the car and waited, feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
Meanwhile, Simon had caught up with Ethan and was quickly apologizing.
“Ethan, I was just joking around because I had too much to
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Ethan stopped walking, his tone calm. “I’m not mad at you.”
Simon, pushing the wheelchair behind him, was puzzled.
“Then who are you mad at? You can’t possibly be mad with Grace for not kissing you, right? If she had kissed you, she wouldn’t be able to
live to see tomorrow.
“Don’t you remember that one female model who had the nerve to try to kiss you? She was sent overseas the next day and hasn’t been back since. Everyone knows you’re not interested in these kinds
of romantic games. Grace seems to understand that, at least
Grace would rather drink ten bottles of vodka than kiss Ethan, which clearly showed how much she feared him.
Upon arriving at the private room where they often gathered, Simon overheard Ethan ask a question.
“Am I handsome?” he asked.
If Simon hadn’t heard it with his own ears, he would’ve thought he was hallucinating.
What was Ethan asking? Why would a man care about something like that?
No, wait!
Why did Ethan care about this?