“Huh? What did you say?“ I shook my head again to keep playing drunk before dropping my head, “Oh my god… I think I’m going to wet myself. Mind if I do it right here?“
“Does anyone know who this is?“ Gary barked impatiently.
I watched as everyone on deck gathered around me, forcing me to brace myself to keep playing the role o f a drunkard as I wobbled all over Dicken. I suddenly felt terribly unlucky. I ought to have a male lead
since I was basically acting, yet my male lead was not cooperating at all.
‘Oh, woe is me.’
Meanwhile, the people gathered around me didn’t recognize me at all. My disguise obviously fooled David as well, as he did not manage to identify me.
“Throw him in the brig, “ Gary ordered.
His men kept me restrained before dumping me in the pitch-black room as if I was actually a drunkard. They kept my hands cuffed and poured me a cup of disgusting liquid to sober myself up before leaving me alone for a while.
But I know that this was just the start. These people would never be careless enough to let free a
drunkard playing dumb. Someone would soon come to interrogate me. How should I disguise myself then, especially with Gary? And why on earth would Dicken do this to me?
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