Chapter 138 I'm Not Drunk, I'm Perfectly Sober
After returning to the villa, Michelle took out the bottle of Icelandic whiskey worth over six million dollars from the car. She had secretly taken it with her when she left work, intending to drink it together with William later.
"William, let's order some takeout. It would go well with this Icelandic whiskey. Back in college, do you remember how you used to take me out for barbecues?" Michelle recalled their college days with a hint of nostalgia.
William smiled at the corner of his mouth. He didn't expect Michelle to remember those times. Back then, William didn't have much money, so he could only afford to take Michelle to cheap barbecue joints and treat her to some drinks or beer.
"Aren't you afraid of gaining weight?" William chuckled. He remembered how Michelle used to worry about getting fat from eating barbecue back in college, but she would still go out with him every time.
"Well, since someone already likes me, I'll not mind getting a little chubby!" Michelle giggled.
"Alright then, I'll order some takeout for you." William shook his head, somewhat speechless, and proceeded to order a lot of barbecue takeout on his phone.
"You wait here for the food. I'll go take a shower first!" Michelle said, walking barefoot toward the bathroom. As boredom set in for William, he found something to open the bottle and uncorked the bottle of Icelandic whiskey.
However, this whiskey must be quite aged as it took a lot of effort for William to open it.
"It smells really good." William brought his nose closer to take a sniff. It had a strong aroma of alcohol mixed with some other scents. However, William wasn't a connoisseur and couldn't discern the exact ingredients.
"I wonder what it tastes like." William was genuinely curious about the taste of the whiskey. He grabbed a glass and poured a small amount into it.
The liquid had an amber color, giving it an exquisite appearance.
Unable to contain his excitement, William took a sip. As the whiskey entered his throat, his taste buds were met with a smooth fruity aroma and a soft hint of nuttiness, accompanied by a touch of sweet tobacco flavor. The aftertaste was rich, mellow, and long-lasting.
"This Icelandic whiskey is quite good, it tastes nice. Although at 40% alcohol, it might be a bit strong for Michelle." After tasting it, William found its flavor to be quite excellent. However, given that Michelle could get drunk from drinking beer alone, 40% whiskey might be too strong for her.
Just as he was about to pour a second glass, the takeout arrived.
William got up and brought the barbecue from outside into the room. There were two large paper bags, probably too much to finish!
William had just taken the skewers out of the bags and placed them on a plate when Michelle, who was taking a shower in the bathroom, seemed to have caught a whiff of the aroma. She wrapped herself in a white towel and eagerly ran out with a look of anticipation.
"I can already smell it!"
Michelle's hair was still wet, and there were water droplets on her snow-white, delicate skin. Her bare feet were perfectly white, and she only had a towel wrapped around her body.
With her snow-white shoulders, delicate arms, and long legs, the towel barely covered her perky buttocks, leaving her legs almost completely exposed in front of William.
Michelle already looked like a fairy, but now, in this state, her allure seemed to have crossed all the limits.
"William, aren't you going to eat? These grilled chicken wings are delicious." Michelle seemed oblivious to how alluring she appeared to a man and continued eating without hesitation.
"This grilled beef is your favorite." Michelle handed a skewer of grilled tenderloin to William, and as she did so, she noticed that his gaze was slightly different than usual.
Michelle glanced at herself, blushing instantly, but she silently acquiesced to William's gaze.
"I've already opened this Icelandic whisky. Shall we have it with our meal?" William quickly changed the subject after snapping out of his daze.
"Sure, why not!" Michelle sat down next to William as she spoke. Her body was accompanied by the fragrance of shower gel, which blended with her natural scent and invaded William's nostrils. He discreetly sniffed his nose, enjoying the refreshing and pleasant aroma.
William poured himself a glass and poured a little for Michelle as well. This whisky was 40% alcohol, and he was worried Michelle would get drunk, but he didn't expect her to pour herself a generous amount anyway.
"How can I drink such a small amount?" Michelle poured herself a lot more into her glass and then filled William's glass as well, finally satisfied.
"I'll have half a glass, and you'll have a full one. That's the way to enjoy it." Saying this, Michelle picked up her glass and took a small sip with her delicate lips. She found it quite good and then raised her head and downed it in one go, surprising William. Could whisky be drunk like this?
As soon as it went down, Michelle's face quickly flushed, and her eyes became somewhat hazy. She was starting to get tipsy.
"The taste is pretty good! William, do you remember back in college when I didn't do well on an exam, and you took me out for barbecue and beer? I got drunk that night, and you carried me back home."
"I told you to drink less, but you ended up drinking a whole glass." William saw her body swaying and knew she was drunk.
"I know what you did back then. When I was drunk, you stole a kiss from me. That was my first kiss!" Michelle blushed, her gaze fixed on William.
The latter awkwardly smiled. He didn't expect Michelle to still remember that incident, and what surprised him even more was that she knew about the stolen kiss.
"You scoundrel! Don't think that just because I'm drunk, I don't know anything. I am perfectly sober!" Michelle spoke, swaying and falling directly into William's arms.
William looked at the soft and delicate figure in his embrace and gulped. His heartbeat couldn't help but quicken.
"Michelle, wake up." William tried calling out a few times but received no response. It seemed she was truly drunk, but William didn't notice how her eyelashes trembled, indicating her nervousness.
William took a deep breath, struggling in his mind as to whether he should get closer to her.
In the midst of this intense mental battle, the phone suddenly rang. It was Antony calling.
To call at such a late hour, it must be something important. William quickly calmed down and answered the call.
"Sir, I have found some information about Bund. He belongs to the North district's Bell family." Antony's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"The Bell family in the North district?" William furrowed his brows. Why did someone from the North district's Bell family get involved in the South district?
"Yes, the Bell family has been actively investing in other industries recently and causing trouble," Antony informed William of what he knew.
"Can you find out where he is now?" William wanted to know where this person was. If they didn't eliminate him, there would be more trouble in the future.
"Most likely, he has returned to the North district. The North district is controlled by three families, so it won't be easy to go there and capture him," Antony responded from the other end of the phone, his tone filled with helplessness.
"Well, if there's any new information, inform me immediately," William said with a serious expression.
After hanging up the phone, William's mood became much calmer. What benefit did the North district's family gain from sabotaging the Ron Real Estate project? If it failed, Katherine would be in trouble.
Who would benefit from this situation? William furrowed his brow and thought carefully for a moment, seeming to find a clue.
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