Chapter 177
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With a dark expression, he grabbed another glass, this time dropping in five blue pills. He set it down in front of Brenna and declared, “Drink this, or you won’t be leaving here alive tonight.”
But Brenna didn’t flinch. She wasn’t intimidated. In fact, a rush of excitement coursed through her. It had been a long time since someone had the audacity to challenge her like this.
She turned her gaze to Sylvie and Vivian and sneered, “So this is your idea of an apology?”
“So what if it is?” Vivian said. “This is common among the wealthy. You’ll get used to it. If you want to fit in with the elite, this is how things work. Otherwise, no one will want to be around you.”
Brenna let out a cold chuckle, then picked up the heavily spiked drink. But instead of drinking it, she extended it toward Vivian. “You drink it first, and then I will,” she said.
Vivian’s expression shifted slightly. She might have been friendly with these unsavory types, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew what those pills could do. If she drank it, once the pills took effect, she might pass out.
“I won’t drink it,” she said, reclining.
She then lifted her own glass and added, “I’ll stick to this.”
“Your apology doesn’t sound convincing.” With a swift motion, Brenna pinched Vivian’s cheek and forced wine down her throat.
Reacting quickly, Sylvie put down her glass and rushed to separate Brenna from Vivian.
Harlan also joined in to help Vivian, so she managed to ingest only a small amount.
𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫽𝖼𝗈𝗺
“What are you doing?” Vivian exclaimed, her anger clear. “We extended an invitation in good faith, and this is your response?”
Brenna, undeterred by their hostility, knew from her tough days in Norview that showing fear now would only invite more trouble. The thugs she had dealt with there were far more intimidating.
Surveying the encroaching crowd, her face set defiantly, Brenna declared, “Upset over this? If you’re going to apologize to me, do it right. I’ll match whatever you drink, but beware—any mischief, and you’ll regret it.”
Brandon applauded and approached Brenna with a sneer. “Impressive courage. We’ll play by your rules, Miss Harper. Consider me intrigued.” While Sylvie and Vivian shot Brandon disapproving looks, they held back their objections.
Yet, they hadn’t abandoned their plan to slip something into Brenna’s drink. Sylvie grabbed another wine glass from the table, noticing Brandon discreetly holding blue powder.
Without hesitation, Sylvie let the blue powder drop into the drink. She swirled it carefully before offering it to Brenna. “This drink is perfectly fine. You should accept our apology and drink it,” she said.
Brenna watched the wine swirl in the glass, noting the faint bubbles inside, aware it had been tampered with. She casually accepted the glass, swirled it, then turned to Sylvie, speaking softly. “You want to apologize to me, right? Do you know what kind of apology I actually want?”
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