CHAPTER 49: DRUNK BEAUTY

Sarah couldn’t help but laugh helplessly. She hadn’t expected the little girl before her to possess such curiosity.

Giving Lucas a slight glance, she smiled and said, "He said you’ve grown up to be a beautiful."

Clearly dissatisfied with the answer, it was an obvious jab that she was once an ugly duckling!

Looking at Lucas’s confident and proud expression, she snorted coldly in her heart.

If she had grown from an ugly duckling into a fine wine, it was due to her own genetics.

It showed that both her parents were good-looking, what did it have to do with this man in front of her?

What was there for him to show off about?

It seemed that Lucas guessed what she was thinking, he folded his arms and appraised her for three seconds.

With a cold pull at his thin lips, he said: "Don’t think that just because I compliment you, you can be proud.

To me, you are nothing more than a work of art that I have cultivated."

Sure enough, you can’t expect any food from a dog’s mouth!

Beauty revealed a bright smile, and her eyes curved upwards, "Of course, I would be humble.

My body and skin are inherited from my parents, there’s nothing for me to be proud of."

At the side, Lucas couldn’t help but laugh with a twitching corner of the mouth.

Goodness, what a sharp-tongued little girl.

It seemed that Lucas had trained his own competitor.

Sarah sat at the bar counter, giving Lucas a light glance, her expression as indifferent as if she were looking at an insignificant stranger.

Lucas gave Beauty a cold glance, a trace of a smile spreading across his face.

It sent a chill down her spine.

Nothing good ever came from being stared at by this freakish man, she nearly forgot why he had brought her here tonight.

Looking at the array of colorful varieties of foreign liquors in front of her, her knees buckled in fright, and she was sweating bullets.

She was probably going to be carried out of here today!

"Here, drink this cocktail first to wet your whistle." ... Beauty’s eyes were about to roll back in her head.

This was the way to wet your whistle?

Who uses a cocktail for that!

Typical freak.

Even if he’s dressed in angel’s clothing, he cannot hide his true freak nature.

Drink!

Who’s afraid of who!

Today, since she dared to come, she never intended to walk out standing.

Gazing at the colorful cocktail with concentration, she gritted her teeth and took a small sip.

Hmm?

The taste wasn’t as bad as she had imagined, nor was it throat-burning.

It was just a little prickly when she swallowed it, but much more pleasant than she anticipated.

"Gurgle" She downed it in one gulp, cup turned upside down, and even stuck her tongue out to lightly lick her lips, grinning cheekily at Lucas.

"Then let’s finish this whole set of cocktails."

A large jug of translucent liquid was placed in front of her, appearing colorful and vibrant; it hardly looked like alcohol.

Beauty widened her eyes at him!

If I have to drink, I’ll drink!

She then took another huge swig with a "gulp", her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

This batch of drink didn’t taste as good as the previous one, although colorful and spectacular, it was a bit harsh on the throat.

Lucas looked nervously at the reckless girl.

He touched his chin, "Hey!

Girl!

This is cocktail, not fruit juice.

You should take it slow, drink it bit by bit. Nobody is competing with you, all the drinks here tonight are yours."

Beauty almost slipped under the table, luckily she propped herself against it, managing to squeeze out a smirk.

"Didn’t we agree that Uncle would drink with me?

It’s no fun drinking alone!"

With that, she raised her chin, her face donned a flattering smile.

Her fingertips gently tapped on the tabletop, her large watery eyes blinked at the man in front of her with a smug look.

Lucas was completely unfazed, sitting upright on the couch, hand resting on the chair-back.

He lifted his eyes slightly.

"Today is about teaching you how to drink, not about me drinking with you.

You’re not yet qualified enough for me to accompany you in drinking."

As expected, he wouldn’t miss a chance to mock her.

Beauty heavily set her glass on the bar, taking an icy glance.

"Drinking alone is dull, how about you drink as much as I do?"

It seemed like somebody audibly sucked in a breath.

Lucas gaze at her swiftly shifted from disdain to approval, this girl really dared to talk tough.

Looking throughout the whole City, probably no one who was born dared to match Lucas in drinking.

This was undoubtedly her courting death, but also it provided them a good show to watch!

A playful smile flashed on his lips, his thumb raised approvingly.

He liked this kind of stupidity and courage, not fearing death.

Beauty lifted her chin, looking at Lucas with squinted eyes and a faint smile.

Even if she has to lose, she can’t lose her momentum.

Either way it was equals death for her, why not drag this psycho along!

"If I get drunk, the consequences could be serious, you should have experienced it before.

" Lucas raised his head slightly, staring at her coldly, revealing a bewitching smile.

Beauty’s heart jumped in her chest.

Then she remembered that night of power cut, when the drunken Lucas confused her for his late wife and stole her first kiss.

Another night was when just the two of them were left in one room!

She vaguely remembered that he was also drunk that time, and she wasn’t sure if he had done anything disgraceful to her.

"I’m not drinking with you anymore, your drinking manners are too poor!"

Beauty suddenly changed the topic, clenched her teeth and continued to drown her sorrows with alcohol.

When it came to shamelessness, she really didn’t compare to him!

Both Lucas and Sarah were shocked by her comment.

Who didn’t know that the president of the renowned multinational company in the City, Lucas, even if he got drunk and a woman climbed onto his bed, he would throw her out.

Yet, someone actually criticized his drinking manners!

This was undoubtedly sensational news!

If this got out to the press, it would definitely make the headlines.

Beauty furrowed her eyebrows, drinking slower and slower.

At first, she could drink a cup in one gulp, but now one cup probably needed ten sips to finish.

"Maintain your demeanor.

All the etiquette training you’ve received didn’t mean for you to behave like a drunkard.

Sarah, show her how a lady drinks a cocktail," Lucas lightly scanned Sarah with his gaze, and coldly uttered.

Sarah gracefully held the glass with her slender hand, poured it full, then glanced over the glass with a smile on her face.

She sipped the drink in the glass like it was a beverage, her facial expression full of enjoyment.

Beauty bared her teeth coldly, it was just a matter of drinking, why all this fuss?

Sure enough, the rich are always idle!

"See that?

That’s how a woman drinks, not like an alcoholic.

Try repeating Sarah’s movement.

If you can’t learn it tonight, we will continue tomorrow, until you master it."

A tumult was brewing inside her stomach that she couldn’t contain.

Not having time to run to the restroom, she turned around and threw up into the garbage can.

Seeing this ,Sarah immediately took a handkerchief out of her bag and handed it to her.

With an expression full of concern, she turned to Lucas, "Lucas, she’s just a kid.

Even if you want to teach her how to drink, you need to take it slow!

You’re going to ruin her body like this."

"It’s okay, aunty Sarah, since I am here today, I never intended to leave without sitting down," said

Beauty, her stubborn nature emerging as she glared at Lucas with a puffy face.

Her inky-black eyes stared straight at Lucas’s face, the stubbornness palpable.

Just as she had not finished her cocktail, Beauty slid under the table, her cheeks flushed.

She was still clamoring, "Don’t stop me, I can drink more!"

Lucas walked over, pulling her from under the table.

She had bumped her head at the corner of the table, leaving a swelling red bump.

"What now?

Can you still drink?"

Lucas put his hands in his pockets, looking at the little girl in front of him who couldn’t sit still, and said lightly, "What are you going to do now?

Still want to drink?"

Sarah gave him a cold glance, sneering from the corner of her mouth, "You saw how she is now and you want her to continue drinking?

Do you think she’s like the girls you’ve dated?

Not getting drunk even after a thousand drinks and putting up with anything?"

Lucas normally calm face darkened at her words.

He stared at her sharply, "Sarah, can you stop bringing up my past?

Does it matter to you who I hang out with?"

"It doesn’t matter, you can hang out with whomever you want.

We are a thing of the past.

I have no right to control you."

"Good that you know it," Lucas said, heading out without caring about Sarah’s disgruntled expression.

Lucas held Beauty, who was restless in his arms, his gaze falling lightly on Sarah’s face.

He spoke curtly, "I didn’t call you two over to start a quarrel."