Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 582

Chapter 582

“My point is, I want to drink ten bottles. Vodka!” Emmanuel’s calm words

caused the chorus of boos in the room to abruptly stop.

He sure knows how to make an entrance, huh? Vodka? Ten bottles at once?

Could Mackenzie have been impressed by his bragging skills?

Mackenzie also understood what everyone was thinking. However, she was

more observant than the others, and she knew Emmanuel better.

He wasn’t just boasting; he had absolute confidence.

“Bring him ten bottles of vodka,” Mackenzie ordered personally.

The previously astonished crowd was now in an uproar.

Mackenzie truly lives up to her reputation as a ruthless businesswoman, but

will she replace him with another man so quickly?

“But… Miss!” The Quillen family’s servants at the scene were also flustered.

“I said, bring them to him!” Mackenzie coldly reiterated.

“Yes!” The servants had no choice but to comply. They quickly placed ten

bottles of vodka on the table and opened one bottle for everyone to verify.

Then, Emmanuel picked up one bottle and was about to finish it in one go.

“Hey, kid!” Hugo stopped him, chuckling. “Let’s get this straight. This is your

attempt to show off. If you end up drinking yourself to death, it’s none of my

business!”

Emmanuel smiled calmly, finished the bottle in one go, and only then

responded, “You just took the words out of my mouth!”

Hugo did not possess the same calm demeanor as Emmanuel. Provoked, he

suddenly became furious on the spot. “Fine! You drink one bottle, and I’ll drink

one with you!”

After so many years of dominating the drinking scene, he hadn’t been

challenged like this in a long time.

“Deal!” Emmanuel did not waste time engaging in banter and picked up

another bottle, pouring it directly into his mouth.

His movements were bold, and the rhythmic movement of his Adam’s apple

was full of masculinity.

Many women in the audience became infatuated, gradually understanding

why Mackenzie chose him.

Mackenzie maintained a calm facade, but inside, she was thunderstruck.

That is 55 percent vodka! Did this idiot Emmanuel think he was drinking

Mountain Valley Spring Water? Is he asking for death?

However, even after downing several bottles in a row, Emmanuel remained

unfazed.

But the entire room was dumbfounded.

Did he really drink that strong vodka?

Had the merchants become shameless enough to dilute it with water?

Hugo initially thought the same, but after finishing one bottle and preparing

to grab the second, he suddenly collapsed onto the table, spilling alcohol all

over Hubert and the other rich kids.

The whole room erupted in laughter.

“This… How is this possible?” Hubert also suspected that there was something

wrong with the alcohol. He quickly opened the remaining bottles, only to replace

that they were all genuine vodka.

Emmanuel then picked up another bottle and finished it in one go,

completely leaving Hubert dumbfounded and on the verge of kneeling.

The entire room applauded Emmanuel.

They acknowledged that this man did indeed have some skills. Whichever

woman got together with him would feel a great sense of security.

“Which one of you still wants to challenge me?” Emmanuel, standing

triumphantly over the defeated Hugo, scanned Hubert and the others.

These people were taken aback, and no one dared to meet his gaze.

Who would want to compete in a drinking match with a madman like him?