His Precious Love

Chapter 143 Why Help Him

Rayna noticed Steven making a call. Shortly after that, the doors opened to reveal two waiters. They pushed in a cart of beer before loading the bottles onto the table.

After calculating the number of bottles as they were being placed, Rayna noted that there were twenty-four bottles.

Steven leaned back and pointed nonchalantly at the bottles, saying, “Ms. Garland, let me offer you a compromise. If you can finish all the beer on this table, I’ll set up a meeting with my father.”

“Mr. Hunt, you must be joking,” replied Rayna, her expression showing the slightest hint of emotion before she gave him another mild smile. “There are twenty-four bottles here. I doubt even a grown man can drink so many. Besides, I’m not a heavy drinker.”

Jason merely smiled and said, “Come now. A grown man might not be as capable as you are, Ms. Garland. You’re the acting CEO of Faymon Group! I think that a mere twenty-four bottles are nothing to you.”

“That’s right! Beer doesn’t even have high alcohol content. We’re not asking you to drink wine!” retorted Steven, clearly unhappy. “Here I am, giving you a chance. If you’re not going to take it, then please leave. Your presence is only disrupting the festivities.”

Rayna chose not to respond. Instead, she turned around to leave.

Beer may not have a high alcohol content, but drinking twenty-four bottles of beer is really no small matter.

Just as Rayna was about to leave, she heard Jason calling out to her in a singsong voice, “Rayna, don’t waste your time. Faymon Group’s failures are Curtis’ fault. The company is beyond saving at this point.”

His tone seemed to carry hints of pleasure as if he had personally set foot in Faymon Group to witness Curtis being crushed beneath his feet.

Rayna could feel anger burn hot in her chest. This had become unbearable.

Just look at these parasitic sc*mbags!

If it had not been for Curtis’ intervention, what was left of Faymon Group would have been split between Jack and his ilk. What irked Rayna was that Jason, too, was a Faymon. It was one thing to not lend a hand, but the internal bickering was unpleasant to witness.

icy glare on Steven. “Mr. Hunt, you mean to say that you’ll

change in demeanor and hesitated before

Rayna had picked up a bottle

took her approximately eight seconds to down that

think that Rayna would return to start chugging down beer. The smirk he had on his lips gradually disappeared before a gloomy

Jason then contacted the other companies that had dealings with Faymon Group. He would wait for the number of shares between Chester and Sienna to be near equal before selling some of the stock to these companies. With the profits

plans did not take Rayna into

capable woman, nothing at all like what a newly-transferred rookie from the translation department should be like. While we were setting our plans

time Jason came out of his stupor, Rayna had already downed the tenth bottle. Given that her demeanor had not changed in the slightest, many others had wandered over to watch the

empty bottles than

expression changed from annoyance to shock. He had taken Jason’s advice of making things difficult for her, but he did not

could not bear to watch this any longer. “You’re going to be

respond. Instead, she picked up another bottle and proceeded to down

to the sixteenth bottle, Rayna started to feel slightly ill. However, she did

Her eyes also appeared misty. The last bit

rivulets faintly outlined the sensual shape of her concealed lingerie. The breathing of all the men present grew heavier as

had an absolutely

was already a little unsteady on her feet. She shook her head and turned the bottle upside down to indicate that it was truly empty. “I’ve held up my end of the bargain. Now it’s time for you to

cr*p, woman. Are you insane?” Steven was stroking his chin in awe. He had never seen a woman

only looked like he could not be trusted. At the end of

toward the door, but before she could even touch the doorknob, she was pinned against

Faymon Group,” said Jason with a smile as he held her hands in a vice grip. “What has that man done

him and said, “Mr. Faymon is your Uncle Alfred’s son and is older than you are. Even if you won’t address him formally, you should at least acknowledge his seniority and address him by name. This impertinence of yours really makes me wonder if the Faymon

he tightened his grip further. “My, my. Aren’t you a

“Let go of me.”