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.

say that you’ll arrange for a meeting

was taken aback by her sudden change in demeanor and hesitated before replying, “Y-yes, that’s

could say anything further, Rayna had picked up a bottle and

that first beer before

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

was up to. 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

plans did not take Rayna into

the translation department should be like. While we were setting our plans in motion, she was pulling funds from Faymon Group to repurchase

not changed in the

there were more empty bottles than

He had taken Jason’s advice of making things difficult for her, but he

if you can’t drink anymore,” said Steven. He could not bear to watch this any

picked up another bottle and

the time she got to the sixteenth bottle, Rayna started to feel slightly ill. However, she did not wish to give

were tinged a faint red. Her eyes also appeared misty. The last bit of alcohol that she did

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

an

down to indicate that it was

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

not be trusted. At the end of the

the doorknob, she was

her hands in a vice grip. “What has that man

was already feeling ill. The fact that she was pinned against the wall so helplessly did nothing to help her in this state. With 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 yours really makes me wonder if the Faymon

as he tightened his grip further. “My,

“Let go of me.”