The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Aria hurried to join them, never one to miss out on the fun.

“Come on, Blondie. Chug!” She cheered and joined the others as they roared, “Chug! Chug! Chug!” She was now prejudiced against Frank for bringing a dollar store gift, not to mention that she was not going to get humiliated anyway. What was the harm in fanning the flames when she was not getting burned?

“Go on, Blondie!” Zeb joined in while leveling a glare at Blondie, while the latter was staring at Frank in turn.

The man was simply lounging in his seat, no blush on his face and his breathing perfectly normal, as if the twentyish bottles of lager had no effect on him..

In fact, he was even smiling. “You can stop if you can’t keep up.” If anything, the boy was impressive enough to chug twentyish bottles in under half an hour. It was just a pity his opponent had to be Frank, who simply directed his vigor to secrete the alcohol in his bloodstream along with his sweat.

Blondie was left gritting his teeth. “This is nothing. Let’s keep going.” With that, he popped open another bottle and started drinking despite his belly churning.

However, he only got halfway through the bottle when his stomach had had enough, and gastric acid began to flow backward.

Blondie’s face fell when he realized he was about to throw up, but he was able to hold it in for one moment..

near, he knew he should not throw up on his

and vomited

“Blargh!!!” “Argh!!!” Aria screamed.

Blondie felt relieved, everyone else

Aria, dyeing her white 2,000 dollar

Aria had to get in the way

embarrassed too–he

out some tissues to

Smack!

putting on airs! You make me sick!” She had dressed in her most expensive dress and put on such exquisite makeup, only forBlondie to ruin everything before she could do