Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 88

“Mr. Bask, you gotta help me!”

Andrew heard her calling for help again, but this time he felt the flighty tenderness from her words.

“Let go.”

She was holding onto his arms, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Bianca hesitated but still released him.

Andrew took the shot of liquor that looked like a glass of water. The mellow fragrance of the spirits slowly sneaked into his nose. Looking at that man, who was a president of some corporation, then other guests around, he emptied the shot glass within a blink of an eye.

Suddenly all eyes were on him. Someone came up to him and said, “Come on Mr. Bask! You said you wouldn’t drink, but you drank for the lady. It’s not fair to drink with him and not with me.”

Other drinkers started crowding him. Andrew had been silently pondering for a while after that shot, but nobody knew what he was wondering.

The liquor was so potent that he felt his throat burning just thinking about it.

There were at least ten more shot glasses waiting for him to empty, if he really went for all of them...

“Girls shouldn’t drink too much. I’ll do it,” Andrew spoke his righteous words.

People were shocked but excitedly went up to him to toast. He was losing consciousness gradually, but more and more shots of liquor appeared to him as he finished some of them.

When Sandy was done with dinner and walked in, the air in this room was full of alcohol. Andrew was surrounded by a crowd, already drunk and giddy, but there still were people walking up to him with their shot glasses.

“Mr. Bask...”

Sandy looked at him in shock, “oh lord! He’s drinking!”

”And he’s drunk,” he thought.

He hadn’t had a single drink since what had happened a year ago, so why was he drinking tonight?

“Mr. Bask, Mr. Bask...”

Sandy wanted to push his way through the throng, but he failed, and someone was trying to hold onto him, “Get off!”

Mr. Brown knew that Sandy was Andrew’s sidekick, he came over and told the guards to stop him, “Don’t let him in. Andrew is just drinking a little more than usual. We’re having a good time tonight. He’ll be okay.”

Sandy was impeded by the guards, staring at Mr. Brown with disgust.

This was not acceptable to Sandy. Things could go terribly wrong if Andrew continued to drink.

He thought, “Mr. Bask hadn’t drunk any alcohol for a year. If he drank too much, he could upset his stomach.”

Sandy had sniffed the liquor, and he could tell that it was a hard drink. He didn’t drink any because he was driving that night. Normally Mr. Bask wouldn’t allow him to drink either, but how come Mr. Bask was not holding himself back at all.

Not making his way through the crowd, Sandy was like a cat on a hot tin roof.

Bianca started to regret her decision to ask Andrew for help. She thought she was just asking him to help her with drinking, but obviously he did not stop drinking after the first shot. She tried to stop the drinkers, but none of them cared and continued to drink with Andrew. Just like Sandy, Bianca was also in a sweat now.

Bianca saw the guards hindering Sandy and asked them to stop. She didn’t think much about it and turned to him, “Hey! You’re his assistant, right? Go get someone!”

“Was he drinking because of you?” Sandy asked. That was the very first reason that he thought of as he felt Bianca’s jitteriness.

Bianca admitted flatly, “Yes he was, but I didn’t expect him to drink more than a couple of shots. I had no idea how unrestrained these drinkers were.”

Sandy frowned and glanced at her. He didn’t bother to explain what he was thinking. He just picked up his phone and made a call to someone.

“What?”

She was here with her slippers on.

“Look at the meter, thirteen,” the driver replied and took the bill, “wait, I’ll get the change.”

“Would you please hurry up cause I’m in a rush.”

“One second. you’ve been saying that you’re in a rush the entire trip. I almost sped for you. I don’t get why you were out so late at night with slippers on. Here you go, eighty-seven dollars...”

He was waiting for her to take the bills from him, but no one responded. He turned around and saw the empty backseats and a wide-open car door.

Without any hesitation, Sarah decided to give up the eighty-seven dollars, which was a huge amount of money to her after her bankruptcy.

Well, Andrew’s life was surely more important than eighty-seven dollars.

That was true.

“The third floor, the third floor...” she kept murmuring what she heard from Sandy’s phone call.

There was no extra time for her to stand in front of the elevator and wait, so she went straight to the staircase, thinking it was only the third floor. The slippers were making this seemingly easy task almost impossible to finish.

When she finally arrived at the third floor, her heart was beating as if it was trying to break her.

She took several deep breaths as she looked forward.

“Mrs. Bask! You’re here!”

Although she was out of breath and dizzy, she could tell that the voice from far away belonged to Sandy.

“Where’s Andrew?” Sarah responded. As she was speaking, some shadows appeared in her sight.