Chapter 62
Frank quickly realized I was out to embarrass him and waved his hand, "No way, there's no such thing as drinking on someone's behalf. I won't drink it!"
"Mr. Simpson, that's not fair. You just let your son-in-law drink on your behalf, so why can't John do the same? Plus, John gave a toast. If you don't drink, it would be disrespectful to John."
Edward's argument was sound, putting Frank in a tough spot. If he didn't drink, how would everyone view him?
In Simbara, business deals are often sealed over drinks because the way you handle yourself at the table reveals a lot about your character.
Especially now, with Frank's company in need of funds, he couldn't afford to make a big mistake over a small matter.
The problem was, Frank had already had too much to drink. One more glass and he'd likely puke in front of everyone, which would be utterly humiliating.
Losing all dignity and becoming the subject of jokes for everyone, including me.
"Alright, I'll drink this wine, but can my future son-in-law drink it on my behalf?" Frank said.
Phillip volunteered, saying, "I'll drink it!"
"Alright, that's fine, but if you're drinking on behalf of someone, you have to drink three glasses," I said.
When I said this, Phillip's face turned pale. This damn guy couldn't hold his liquor, was only able to handle a few drinks, and his behavior when drunk was downright atrocious.
During the graduation party, this guy drank too much and even went over to hug a female classmate. Who could believe it?
If it weren't for someone stepping in and saying that Phillip was confessing his feelings, they would have accused him of being a rogue.
"What, three glasses?" Phillip was stunned.
"That's the rule you set. Are you not going to follow your own rules?" I asked.
Everyone looked at him, and Phillip gritted his teeth and replied, "Who said that? Three glasses of wine, just a piece of cake!"
"Alright! That's the spirit!"
I gave him a thumbs up, filled two more glasses, and handed them to him. His face turned green.
"Drink, hurry!" Someone egged him on.
Phillip took a deep breath and gulped down the wine, the fiery liquor cutting through his throat like a knife!
He quickly covered his mouth, trying not to vomit.
"Alright, continue!"
"I... I'll eat some dishes!"
He quickly stuffed two bites of meat into his mouth, then picked up the second glass of wine. Anyone who has drunk before knows that the more you drink, the harder it is to swallow the liquor.
Halfway through the second glass, his eyes widened and his cheeks puffed up. He covered his mouth with both hands, but couldn't stop the vomit from spewing out between his fingers, hitting the table, Frank, and even splattering onto two nearby executives.
"Damn, can't handle alcohol, why are you pretending to be tough?"
"Frank, your future son-in-law is so useless. He can't even handle his liquor."
Those two bosses started to curse directly. Being sprayed all over by someone, who could feel good about it?
Others also distanced themselves, many even pinching their noses.
And at this moment, Phillip's mouth was like a floodgate that couldn't be stopped!
The table was covered in vomit. Who could still eat in such a disgusting scene?
Frank's face turned red, and he was shaking with anger. The stench hit him, and his own stomach turned.
"Ugh!"
Then, to everyone's astonishment, Frank also vomited.
Now, the future father-in-law and future son-in-law both vomited like a symphony of vomiting; the sound of retching was incessant.
Some people couldn't take it and rushed out of the private room.
At this point, George stood up, saying, "Oh, Mr. Simpson, look at the mess. If you couldn't drink, you should have said so. It's my fault for toasting you."
With just one sentence, George distanced himself and me from the fiasco. These guys were really skilled at this game.
Edward stood up, somewhat drunk, saying, "Gentlemen, it seems we can't continue today. Let's gather again next time!"
With that, he hooked his arm with mine and George's and walked out.
Others also left the private room one after another. As for Frank and Phillip, no one cared about them.
As soon as Edward left the hotel, he ran to the trash can and started vomiting.
George followed suit, along with a few other executives.
After some thought, I also found an empty trash can and vomited. If everyone else was vomiting, would it be odd if I didn't?
Most importantly, I felt relieved after vomiting.
Ten minutes later, Edward and George came over, both looking relaxed.
"John, want to ride in my car?" Edward asked.
"Let's go!"
By this time, the driver had already brought the car over.
George had his driver follow behind the Bentley. Then we got into the back seat.
As soon as we got in the car, George and Edward burst into laughter. "This time Frank really shot himself in the foot."
"Serves him right!" George said.
Edward said, "This old guy really thought he had me under control."
"We owe this one to John. Without him, we'd have had to play drunk!" George said, patting my shoulder with a look of appreciation.
I knew this time I really stepped up to the plate and scored big. Not just helping Edward out of his jam but also winning over George.
"How could I stand by while you two were getting hammered Plus, I've been fed up with those two for quite some time now."
"Good, I like your style!"
George wrapped his arm around mine. "John, let's go. We will show you something later!"
"Show me what?"
George smirked somewhat mysteriously, saying, "You'll find out soon!"
Edward also smiled, saying, "In any case, it's a good thing."
Hearing that, I felt a surge of anticipation.
Soon, the car stopped in front of Sevan City's largest and most famous club, the Royal Entertainment Club!
Damn, was this what they meant by showing me something?
But I like it!
I loved it already! This place was a legendary money pit, known for its high-end clientele and extravagant spending. You couldn't even walk in without at least ten grand in your pocket.
In the past, I could only fantasize about such places in my mind, but now, I was actually here!
The club was like a palace, dazzlingly opulent.
In the Emperor's Private Room, more than twenty sexy beauties stood in front of me, ready for selection!
George said, "John, pick whichever ones you like. If one is not enough, then take two!"
His words ignited my passion. These women would be considered goddesses outside, but now I was choosing them.
As I scanned the crowd, suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in my line of sight.
I widened my eyes and couldn't help but exclaim, "Lucy!"
The woman, wearing a red low-cut dress, was Lucy, my college class monitor.
She was not only gorgeous but also top of our class, winning scholarships every year.
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