A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust novel Chapter 944

“Incredible!”

“How does someone that young drink like that?”

“I’ve got nothing but respect!”

Everyone was talking at once, crowding around in excitement—Calliope was clearly the star of the show.

Calliope’s face was as composed as ever. She calmly kept sipping her drink, already leaving Blythe hopelessly behind. Blythe’s pace had slowed to a miserable crawl, her face twisted in discomfort as each swallow became a struggle.

“You’re done,” Calliope said flatly. “Let me give you some advice. If you keep pushing yourself, you could end up with alcohol poisoning. And if luck isn’t on your side, things could get a lot worse.”

“What, are you trying to curse me?” Blythe staggered, trying to take another step forward, shooting Calliope a venomous glare. The rage in her eyes was unmistakable, her teeth clenched tight as she stared Calliope down.

Calliope just lifted her shoulders in a shrug. “If that’s what you want to believe, that’s up to you. You’re welcome to keep drinking, but I’ve got plenty left in me. How much more you can take—I honestly couldn’t say.”

As Calliope spoke, Jett stepped forward in concern. Mrs. White hurried over to Blythe’s side.

“Blythe, that’s enough. You’ve lost—even if you won’t admit it,” Jett said gently. “There’s nothing heroic about pushing past your limits. Some people just have an iron stomach for this stuff, and there’s no shame in not keeping up with Ms. Jewell.”

“He’s right, Blythe. Don’t force it,” her mother added worriedly. “Keep this up and something bad’s bound to happen.”

The crowd, sensing the contest was over, started shaking their heads and losing interest. Someone called over to Calliope, “Ms. Jewell, can you really keep going? Why not show us a little more—just to blow our minds?”

“Seriously, you’ve had so much already. You sure you aren’t just pretending?”

“Hey, Ms. Jewell, you’re really not even tipsy?”

By the time Lisette entered the room, any expectation of seeing Calliope wasted was dashed; it was Blythe who could barely stand. Lisette’s eyes narrowed sharply—Blythe had failed her mission.

Looked like Lisette would have to handle this herself.

She made her way over to Calliope. “Calliope,” she said coolly, “Are you sure your drinks are on the up and up? Ms. White could barely stand, and you’re still fresh as a daisy. You didn’t—perhaps—doctor your drinks, did you?”

“Maybe we should go head to head. I’ll drink from over here, you drink from over there—how about it?” Lisette’s eyes glinted with the challenge.

Calliope smiled, unbothered. “Sounds fine to me.”

As she answered, Calliope’s gaze traveled to Lisette’s hand—catching, in that split second, a sly movement as Lisette slipped something into the drinks on her side of the table.

Amateur move, Calliope thought, letting out a low, knowing laugh. If Lisette thought she was clever, she clearly had no idea who she was dealing with. Even from the smell alone, Calliope could tell exactly what kind of cheap trick Lisette had tried to pull.