The First Heir

Wynn was panic-stricken, but she could not stop him. She could only hint at Philip with her eyes.

Noah lifted his glass and drank with Philip once more.

Philip downed the contents in his glass.

“Haha! Nice tolerance! I’m taking you as my friend today!”

Noah was smiling on the outside as he filled Philip’s glass again.

Philip looked at the full glass of baijiu in front of him. There was a slight smile on his lips.

Drinking?

Sorry, he had drunk quite a lot back in the days.

This was nothing to him.

“Here, Brother. This is a toast from me to you!”

Noah lifted his glass and downed the baijiu after lifting his head.

He was experienced in the business industry and had been to numerous dinners before. He had already trained himself to be extremely tolerant, so he would be fine even if he downed three bottles of Wuliangye.

Plus, he had already stationed his people around Kempinski, so he would not need to worry that Wynn would escape from this place.

“Good! Let me toast to you as well, Mr. Anderson. I was straightforward just now. I hope you don’t mind me offending you.”

drink with him to get rid

was feeling anxious at one side. She was panic-stricken as she kept kicking Philip under the table. However, Philip paid her no mind.

However, it was as if Philip could not feel it. He downed his baijiu and made a satisfying growl. Then, he sat down

to say something. Noah saw her childish yet mature behavior and instantly, he felt as if a million ants were gnawing

wanted so badly

felt an

such a perfect woman, yet

as he stared at Philip with a glum look on his face. He muttered inside his heart, ‘I’ll make you exit this place in a stretcher with ‘cuck’

of the Blue and filled Philip’s glass. “Come, we shall not go home until

“Sure, sure.”

clinked his glass with

another half an hour. Philip and Noah were just pouring alcohol down their throats like it was plain water. There were seven empty bottles of Dream of the Blue on

Wynn was horrified.

Were they drinking alcohol?

this how alcohol should

they want

his glass, his face burning red. He was also

stomach. If he continued drinking, he

looked at Philip. That guy

over and patted Philip’s shoulder. He guffawed.

this glass, Noah collapsed on the ground

felt like there were knives stabbing his stomach. It was

clutched his stomach as he yelled in pain, “Hurry…

and carried the pale and groaning Noah out of

at him in disdain. He said in his heart, ‘You’ll die if you want to have a drink off