Chapter 929
Although the bottle landing on Elizabeth was a matter of chance, once it did, no one would let her off the hook.
The girl clasped her hands tightly.
She looked at the full glass of whiskey, then at her classmates.
After about ten seconds, she spoke.
"Yes."
Elizabeth was shocked.
The girl frowned. She didn't say it because the whiskey would make her drunk and unable to hear the gossip.
She wanted an outlet to spill everything. Some things had been bottled up for too long. It was exhausting.
"Then you..." someone was about to continue asking.
"You can only ask one question, save the rest!" Delbert quickly interrupted.
It seemed that today's truth game was not only interesting for Elizabeth but also for others.
But at this moment, Elizabeth was the happiest.
She felt like she was about to enter a completely unfamiliar world of gossip.
The second round started quickly.
People were still discussing the previous question.
"I told you, you got married to a senior so quickly."
"So you did get pregnant. Well, at least the senior is handsome, so it's not a loss to marry him!"
Elizabeth watched as the beer bottle passed by her and landed on another man.
This man was none other than Otha.
The classmates immediately asked, "Otha, be honest, did your family pay for you to get into Golden Laurel Hospital as a professor's student?"
Elizabeth squinted, good, good, good.
She loved to hear it.
A student of a Golden Laurel Hospital professor, who was praised by everyone as soon as he entered the room, was now being asked if his family paid for it!
Interesting, interesting.
"Remember, this is a truth game, no lying," Delbert reminded everyone, especially Otha.
Otha's face didn't look good.
He didn't expect the bottle to land on him. He didn't have any secrets, really. He didn't expect his classmates to think this way about him.
They actually thought he got into Golden Laurel Hospital through connections and money.
He was excellent; he didn't need that.
"No," he said honestly.
Everyone squinted their eyes, deep in thought.
As if wondering if it was true or not.
Elizabeth stared at Otha.
Otha lowered his head.
"Really, I got in on my own merit. The professor saw that I was willing to work hard. Since this is a truth game, I'm definitely telling the truth. Don't worry, everyone."
Elizabeth barely believed him.
Everyone seemed a bit disappointed.
The third round began.
Elizabeth focused intently.
The bottle spun past her again.
Elizabeth smirked, no way. God was being too kind to her, not making her answer even once?
But just as Elizabeth thought that, the bottle, at the slowest speed, started to inch closer to her.
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