The Understated Dragon Lord
Chapter 201 Brittany's Scheme

Chapter 201 Brittany's Scheme

"Oh, playing Mr. Nice Guy, huh? You country bumpkin, stop faking it here! Others might not seethrough your ugly mug, but I do," Brittany sneered at Daniel before turning to the others.

"Don't just stand around, toast that country boy! You all should know, he's a real 'good Samaritan'and can hold his liquor! Whoever can drink him under the table gets a promotion and a raise," sheannounced.

The crowd grabbed their glasses and began a relentless tag-team toast to Daniel. After a gruelinghalf hour, nearly everyone was wiped out, sprawling across the floor in a drunken mess.

Only two remained sober: Daniel and Brittany.

"Brittany, they're all wasted, and you're still sober. If I'm not mistaken, you've been busy havingthem drink to me all night, without touching a glass yourself. How about we share a drink?" Danielasked, his tone teasing.

"Drink with you? I'd rather not! You're not in my league!" Brittany was fuming.

Initially, she was convinced that gathering a bunch of seasoned drinkers would do the trick – manyagainst one, and Daniel would've succumbed. But who would've thought all these people would getfloored by him alone.

An angry Brittany had no choice but to call their families to collect the boozy bunch. After everyonewas taken care of, she flopped onto the couch, exhausted.

Daniel, still with a smug look, asked, "Need a ride home, Brittany? I heard you moved into a newlyrenovated place. Why not invite me over?"

"You think you can drive?" she retorted.

"Of course!" he declared confidently.

Brittany came up with a new plan on the spot and agreed, "Alright then!"

She didn't actually want Daniel to drive her home. She wanted to set him up. Daniel had hadenough to drink that, by now, he could be arrested for drunk driving. If he got caught, she figuredshe could put this country boy behind bars for at least six months.

Sitting shotgun in the car, Brittany directed Daniel. She was familiar with the local roads and knewwhere the cops would be, thus leading him straight into their path.

Under Brittany's guidance, the car approached an overpass with two lanes, one of which wasblocked. Several uniformed police officers stood in the middle of the open lane, part of their dailypatrol.

Daniel saw this and smiled. "Did you plan this?"

"What? Drive after drinking all that vodka tonight, and you didn't expect to get caught? Legally,you're looking at a minimum of six months in jail!"

"Did I drink tonight? News to me – I didn't have any. Don't believe me? Try this," he chuckled, thenblew a breath of air directly at Brittany.

The strong smell of booze hit her, and Brittany quickly rolled down the window.

"Disgusting! Get lost!" she yelled, pounding on Daniel's shoulder with her fist.

"Hey, Brittany, if you ever lose your job, consider a career in massage therapy. You've got quite thetouch – pretty cozy," he teased.

"You... you're about to get caught! Worry about yourself!"