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.

and then stabbed it cleanly

scream was a blinding spurt of crimson that splashed

god amongst men, Bastien’s movements were swift and decisive, and he transited from

sufficient to send Gerik

have to get violent. Let’s talk this out,

“Okay.” Bastien nodded.

that the worst was over, the blandishing Gerik began to quietly rejoice in the belief that his counterpart had agreed to a truce and

was, until

floor and the third stricken upon

in a hundred bottles

a hundred bottles of expensive wine which they laid neatly before

“T-This is?”

he 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, and you shall be penalized,

Gerik’s eyeballs almost popped.

hundred bottles of water is already no joke, never mind a hundred bottles of wine. This is way crueler than

mercy and let me off?”

interest whatsoever in the man’s

someone on him,

“Will do, Mr. Nine.”