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Chapter 134

Chapter 134:
The room fell silent for a second, taken aback by her bold action.
“Impressive!” Johnson exclaimed, clearly impressed by Belinda’s move.
Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly, watching Belinda with a hint of curiosity before saying, “Let’s continue.”
And so, the next round began.
This time, it was Ryan who lost.
Without hesitation, he downed his glass in one smooth motion.
But as the fiery whiskey slid down his throat, Ryan couldn’t help but wince slightly, his face momentarily contorting in discomfort.
The game continued.
In no time, Belinda had already finished five glasses, while Ryan had only had one.
The others watched in silent awe, their eyes wide in disbelief.
More specifically, they were stunned by Belinda.
No one had expected her to be this daring—or to handle her liquor with such ease.
After all, this wasn’t some mixed drink—it was pure whiskey, and she had already downed five glasses.
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Yet, her expression remained utterly composed.
She seemed unaffected by the liquor.
Watching Belinda drink with such ease, Lucas furrowed his brows slightly, his gaze lingering on her, but he chose to remain silent.
“Bravo! Mrs. Clark, you’re truly impressive!” Ryan said with a chuckle, clearly amused.
He picked up the dice cup again, eager to continue playing. “Come on, let’s keep going!”
“Wait,” Belinda suddenly said, her voice calm but firm, halting the game.
Upon hearing this, Ryan couldn’t help but glance up at Belinda, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he asked, “What’s the matter, Mrs. Clark? Afraid of losing? Or maybe you don’t dare to continue?”
Belinda merely curled her lips into a lazy smile, her eyes meeting his with a cool glint as she replied, “I just find drinking cup by cup rather boring. Why not make things more interesting and raise the stakes?”
With that, Belinda casually placed an unopened bottle of whiskey on the table between Ryan and her. “One final round to decide the winner. The loser drinks the entire bottle. What do you think?”
Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, the entire booth fell into stunned silence.
Everyone stared at her, their expressions a mix of disbelief and shock.
Was Belinda serious about this?
That was an entire bottle of whiskey, and Belinda wanted the loser to drink the whole bottle?
This wasn’t just a casual challenge.
This was madness.
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