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.

you’ll arrange for a meeting with your father if I finish all twenty-four bottles of

by her sudden change in

say anything further, Rayna had picked up

took her approximately eight seconds to down that first beer before moving on to the

chugging down beer. The smirk he had on his lips gradually disappeared before

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

their machinations, their plans did not take Rayna into

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

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 show, wanting to

were more empty bottles than

annoyance to shock. He had taken Jason’s advice of making things difficult for her, but he did not wish for other complications

if you can’t drink anymore,” said Steven. He could not bear to watch this any longer. “You’re going to be

Instead, she picked up another bottle

the sixteenth bottle, Rayna started to feel slightly ill. However, she did not wish to give up after having come so far. Suppressing

Her eyes also appeared misty. The last bit of alcohol that she did not swallow had dripped down her chin,

shape of her concealed lingerie. The breathing of

an absolutely gorgeous

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

was stroking his chin in awe. He had never seen a woman drink beer with so much determination. “I’ll

be trusted. At the end of the day, he

but before she could even touch the doorknob, she was pinned against the wall by a

in a vice grip. “What has that man done for you? Why

a smirk, she glared icily at 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

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

“Let go of me.”