Can't stop loving you novel Chapter 104

Seeing that they had reached a consensus, Maynard called.

Soon, two male servers in black swallow tailed suits, wearing white gloves and pushing a cases of whiskey for drink, had poured fifteen glasses of wine in front of Maynard and Zarian. Then they picked up pieces of ice from the ice bucket that gave off cold air and put them into these fifteen glasses.

Looking at the totally 30 glasses of wine that had been added up, a piece of ice appeared at the bottom of the glass, which made her very nervous. "Are you sure you want to have a race with me?"

Just looking at the glass with the same diameter of four centimeters and six centimeters, she was terrified.

"Of course." After Maynard sent away the waiter, the expression on his face could not be doubted.

"Don't worry, Viola. I'm sure to win." Zarian's eyes were gentle and affectionate.

Viola looked away and swallowed hard. "Well, I'll count the time. The one who drinks up the wine in front of you and the one who still doesn't bend down within thirty minutes will win."

"Of course." Maynard said in an indifferent voice.

After checking the time on her cell phone for 30 minutes, she acted as the referee and said, "One, two, three, start!

As soon as she finished speaking, she pressed the timer function on her cellphone.

Both of them picked up the glass of wine on the table and gulped it down. Then they put down the bottle and drank the second glass of wine at a surprisingly fast speed, as if neither of them was outdone.

Within 30 minutes, Margaret saw them drinking down one glass after another, without even breathing.

Viola was stunned. Although the thirty glasses of wine were less than two centimeters full, an ordinary person wouldn't be able to drink so much.

As time passed, twenty-five minutes had passed by. It was not until then that she saw that the movements of the two men who were drinking gradually slowed down.

However, none of them fell down although they slowed down.

When she saw Maynard's straight face and drunk expression in her eyes, Zarian's face turned red and his eyes were filled with wine. They were not sure who was the winner.

Thinking of the glass of wine in front of them, she clapped and said, "Mr. Chu, there are two glasses of wine left in front of you. And Zarian, there are three glasses in front of you, and there are four minutes left before thirty minutes. Who will give up?"

She meant to be good for them. Unexpectedly, they all picked up wines and drank them all at once as if they were stimulated, and their eyes were filled with terrible fighting spirit.

The timer on the screen showed "0 seconds". Then she saw that none of them fell down, although they were still drunk.

"Reporter Qi, who won?" Maynard put his hand near his temple. His eyes were full of drunkenness and tiredness.

Zarian looked at the same direction. The corners of his eyes turned slightly red because of alcohol.

Viola licked her dry lips and declared the result delightedly, "Play."

They all drank up the fifteen glasses of wine. Neither did they die nor got drunk.

It was an unexpected draw.

"…… No way. Let's continue. " Maynard loosened his gray tie around his neck and leaned back against the chair.

"Like "I agree." Zarian shook his head. He said, trying to wake himself up.

A trace of cunning flashed through her eyes. She walked up to them and placed her hands on the table. "I have announced the result of the competition. Now that you have tied, then you can disappear from my sight."

She liked herself for being so clever.

"No way." Zarian rejected, as he first came to his senses.

Maynard sneered at this. "Since the outcome is not yet decided, of course it's like what it was before."

A yawn came at the sound of her sleepiness.

She wasn't willing to, but she chose the latter when they were drinking and sleeping.

When she had just nodded her head in agreement, Maynard and Zarian bent over the table, as if they had pressed the key.

If they hadn't heard their deep breathing, she would have thought they had drunk to death.

A few moments later, a small round ball rolled in Viola's hand. She stepped forward, shook it in front of them and said, "Mr. Chu, Zarian?"

No response.

Staring at their black hair, she came up with an idea.

She walked out as fast as she could and asked the waiter for paper and pen. After writing two promises to him, she took out lipstick from her trouser pocket and smiled wickedly.