My Husband Is a Gary Stu

“Sure,” responded Sally with a cold look in her eyes, and before long, a waiter delivered a few crates of beer into the private room.

Sally then opened up all the beer bottles and started downing one at her own pace, prompting the men to follow suit.

When Cooper finally reached the room on the third floor after asking around, Sally and the men had already finished two crates of beer.

One of the men quit because he could not drink anymore.

The other two had reddened faces and necks and were barely holding on, while Sally stood beside the table with a calm expression and her skin remaining snow-white under the light.

The men who made a bet with Sally did not expect her to be such a capable drinker. “We can't drink beer only. Let's switch to red wine—”

“And why would we do that?” interrupted Cooper as soon as he pushed the door open.

Cooper, wearing a thin gray sweater and trousers in the air-conditioned club, looked gentlemanly with one hand in his pocket. However, his eyes hiding behind his pair of glasses were as dark as the abyss.

“You're trying to switch to wine so you can outlast her by taking turns, aren't you? I can tell this isn't your first rodeo,” commented Cooper coldly.

“Mr. Sutton,” greeted the man as he hurriedly jumped to his feet from the couch, for he recognized the person who was both the director of Specter Corporation and the owner of the club.

“I only asked her to drink with us because she insisted on compensating me for soiling my clothes. I was planning to lose to her purposely so we could call it even,” explained the man with an apologetic smile.

After glancing at the beer crates beside the table, Cooper smiled too. “Then tell me how many bottles you drank.”

The man was at a loss for words as he looked at the two crates full of empty beer bottles.

Cooper casually walked over to pick a bottle of beer from the table before pouring the beer onto the man's head. Even though the man was so cold that he trembled all over, he dared not utter a word of defiance.

“Like all businesses, we value our customers. However, this waitress isn't someone you can bully,” stated Cooper calmly.

The man hurriedly agreed with Cooper while wiping the beer off his face. “I know what I did was wrong now. Mr. Sutton, please—”

“You still have one more crate, no?” interrupted Cooper before moving the beer crate onto the table. “We'll call it even if you can finish this by yourself.”

Parting his lips, the man wanted to say something but quickly changed his mind when Cooper gave him a look so intimidating that he shuddered uncontrollably.

He knew he would be in trouble if he failed to do as ordered.

In the end, the man had no choice but to start downing beer bottle after bottle as if he was ready to embrace death. By the time he was finally done, he was already at death's door.

The others quickly picked up the man afterward and made themselves scarce, leaving the entire room to Cooper and Sally.

Only then did Cooper turn around to look at the silent Sally and scrutinize her blue gown.

Since her drinking had increased her body temperature, Sally unbuttoned the top of her uniform to reveal her beautiful neck.

Cooper retracted his gaze after just one look at the woman and simply uttered, “Change out of that uniform and leave this place.” With that said, the man walked out of the room.