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.

Hunt, you mean to say that you’ll arrange for a meeting with your father

in demeanor

say anything further, Rayna had picked

approximately eight seconds to down that first beer before

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

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 as working capital, Jason would then utilize the media and public relations stunts to clear

their plans did not take

should be like. While we were setting our plans

that her demeanor had not changed in the slightest, many others had wandered over to watch the show, wanting to see if she could actually finish all

were more empty bottles than there

was quite taken aback by this. Slowly, his expression changed from annoyance to shock. He had taken Jason’s advice of

Steven. He could not bear to watch this

she picked up another bottle and proceeded to

she did not wish to give

also appeared misty. The last bit of alcohol that she did not swallow had dripped

outlined the sensual shape of her concealed lingerie. The breathing

had an absolutely gorgeous

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

had never seen a woman

looked like he could not be trusted. At the end

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

smile as he held her hands in a vice grip. “What has that

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

he tightened his grip further. “My, my.

“Let go of me.”