A Cue For Love

A Cue for Love Chapter 473

A Hundred Bottles of Wine To Empty

The man’s inflection had the warmth of jade, yet it had the coolness of the thawing snow in spring.

Natalie’s taut heartstrings were given a reprieve. She glared at the man who had shielded her behind him, bewildered.

If not for his timely appearance, her right eye would have probably been laid to waste there and then.

When one of Gerik’s subordinates went down with a broken wrist, the fearfulness of the other was apparent when he regarded Bastien.

“What are you standing there for! Get him!” Gerik yelled. “Pull a knife on them and show them what’s what!”

The subordinate spat and brought out a switchblade which he unsheathed before he charged in Bastien’s direction.

“Die!”

With a kick, the blade was sent scuttling across the floor by Bastien’s deft foot before it even got anywhere close.

Though disarmed, the man sprawled on the floor remained obviously undeterred. He reached across for that switchblade in anticipation of using it against Bastien and Natalie afterward but Bastien was quicker and beat him to the punch.

first and then stabbed it

bloodcurdling scream was a blinding

and decisive, and he transited from one motion to

sufficient to send Gerik staggering back in

is all a big misunderstanding. We don’t have to get violent. Let’s talk this out,

“Okay.” Bastien nodded.

began to quietly rejoice in the belief that his counterpart had agreed

was, until Bastien’s men

the floor and the third stricken upon the couch, Joseph asked, “What

hundred bottles of

were highly efficient and managed to lug in a hundred bottles of expensive wine which

“T-This is?”

lifts his hand. Here are a hundred bottles of wine. Finish them all without leaving a single bottle unemptied and without spilling a single drop, and you’ll be free to walk away.” There was not a single billow between his brows when he spoke. “My men will supervise this personally,

Gerik’s eyeballs almost popped.

water is already no joke, never

so would you not show some mercy and let me off?” Gerik’s legs went limp beneath him

interest whatsoever in the

on him,

“Will do, Mr. Nine.”